Far t helvete,
Jag vill aldrig se er igen.
Era tomma blickar och gapande kftar
Fr mig att m illa
Era intellektuella
yttranden
r prov p andlig mongolism.
Era stinkande kroppar r viljelsa slavar under era lustar
Era hjrtan r tomma
skal
Sjlvbedrgeriets fstningar
Sjlvgodhetens hgborgar
Och av inget vrde
Pladdrande tungor och smackande kftar
Ni r inte
vrda luften att andas
Marken ni gr p blir otjnlig
Kvinnor och barn, unga mn och ldringar
Fall p kn och mottag er dom
Far t
helvete!
Hr ni sanningen?
Den lter som en dom
Tro aldrig
Att ni r ngot vrda
Lt hoppets vingar frgs i
flammor
Ovan alrunan, under galgen
gnar jag er en sista tanke
Frvisad om att den yttersta dagen nalkas
Mottar jag den
dystra gsten
Vem av er ska han drabba frst?
De som r fdda till att drunkna
Behver icke frukta snaran
Och drunkna skall
ni
I ett bldjupt hav av eld och etter
Dies Irae Dies illa
Solvet Saeclum In Favilla
[English translation:]
Go
To Hell
Go to hell!
I never want to see you again
Your empty stares and gaping mouths
You make me nauseous
Your
intellectual statements
Proves your spiritual retardation
Your foul bodies are listless slaves to your lust
Your hearts are
empty shells
Fortresses of self-deception
Castles of conceit
Holds no value
Flickering tongues and smacking jaws
You
are not worth the air you breathe
The ground you walk on turns stiff
Women and children, young men and elders
Fall to your knees
and receive judgment
Go to hell!
Can you hear the truth?
It sounds like your judgment
Never believe
That you are
anything worth
Let the wings of hope perish in flames
The mandrake above, the gallows below
I give you one last thought
I
see Judgment Day approach
I receive the ominous guest
Who of you will he take first?
Those who are born to drown
Need not
fear the noose
And drown you will
In a deep blue sea of fire and formaldehyde
Dies Irae Dies illa
Solvet Saeclum In
Favilla
