The Pest
Weak is your mind
And weak are your words
Destroyer of lives, ha!
I spit on your whorish ways
Your dearest lies are holy, yet undivine
You shall stand petrified by the fierce pest
Scream before the ones you never did rape!
Your tears make me laugh makes
You yield your soul to the pest, whore!
Autor(es): CARL MICHAEL EIDE, OLE JORGEN MOE
