Where the slime live
(They are the lowest forms of life)
Where the slime breed
(They make a new one too [bad word] 
When the wind blows
(The winds of [bad word] are blowing now)
And the cradle falls....down

Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines
Their poison lingers
What a tragedy when their fingers are removed

Where the slime live

Their burning dogma
Introducing to our mind - lies
They plot for the total control of the morals
And what a tragedy when the "god-heads" are removed.

They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see
They burn
I see the smoke of the funerals rising
God lives in thier heads now laid to rest

What a sight
As their [bad word] tumbling down
We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone!

Long gone are the filthy liars
Long gone are their filthy lies
I know [bad word] again some day
Where the slime live and how the slime gets washed away

*Альбом: Live In Waldrock Festival, Holland [bootleg] 
*Год: 2008
*Формат: mp3@VBR318kbps