He's sitting there with bleeding teeth
 poor lost soul on his knees
 He's howling and laughing and biting around
 He's rolling his eyes and roaring aloud

 He's looking at liars, looking at me
 There's no excape, no chance to flee
 In front of him, we're all the same
 Locked and imprisoned, that's his aim

 Withoud fear, we will die
 Without fear, we'll close our eyes

 We knock at the door at the gates of [bad word] 
 We greet the dead with a wishing well
 Don't mess around, we are slaves of hate
 [bad word] dog is here, death is our fate

 We are standing there, no chance to deny
 Madness and sadness, it's time to die
 Lost and burned, no hope for tomorrow
 Our life was full of pain and sorrow