Lords Of The Sties Lyrics

Eins, zwei, drei, vier
Wilkommen aus Markthalle fá¼r Schweine
Alle Schweinen muá? sterben

From the Olympic City we will cast
Our runic charms, our charms that last
Enough for Picadilly, enough to make them pay
Enough for pigs to disappear in every way

Remember piggies:
A threat for a threat
And a blow for a blow
A strike for a strike
As above, so below

Your puerile words mean nothing to me
Your traitor trotters teeter totter, scurry

For all pigs must die
Your being is a lie