A painful, drawn-out death   You’ll get what’s coming your way   Merely a fraction of the suffering that you have caused   You’ve led a double life, of torture, rape and murder   Sadistic acts, carried out in bursts of rage      In this world, there’s no cure for your sickness   Our time, poisoned, plagued by your existence   Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!      ...When you’re done...   Another life has ended   Are you proud? Do you feel satisfied?   A helpless victim builds a sense of power in you   But that power will soon be ripped to shreds!      In this world, there’s no cure for your sickness   Every human poisoned, plagued by your existence   Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!      (Solo: A. Bertilsson)      They died in vain, enduring sickening pain   Your victims, all slain, to you it is a game   Never felt shame, since media gives you fame   “Murderer” is your name, and you deserve all blame!      In this world, there’s no cure for your sickness   Everything... poisoned, plagued by your existence   Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!