[Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / April 1999]      He's waiting semi-naked   His make-up makes him look like you slut   I'm not sure to be prepared   And he's shouting and smiling and laughing too      I enter the room - I wanna talk   Wanna beat him, wanna turn him into pieces   But he's so pretty, unfortunately   That I'm getting more and more fascinated      And on his face, I see your eyes   His lipsticked lips remind me your velvet kisses      But I know, oh God I know   That I don't hate anybody more than him   But I know, oh God I know   That I don't hate anybody more than you(r) cunt      I wanna torture his cursed body   Be delighted by his screams   Enlighted as he calls for his dead father      I killed him just the nite before   I want to hear him saying : " God please no more ! "      I feel him I need her   I want his flesh in between my lips   'Cause I'm your sister   I'm your sister witch      Dechirons leurs entrailles   Je veux baiser leurs tripes   Remplissons les de foutre et de merde jusqu'a vomir de plaisir   Il faut bruler ces corps et broyer ces membres impurs   Buvons notre haine, regalons nous de leur misere   Je veux leur arracher les yeux   Les sodomiser avec leurs langues   Sculpter une idole de la luxure pour la profaner aussitot...