Start up the first [bad word] Against a collective consciousness
Prepare a sword for the innocent heads
Feel no regret and give yourself up in the end
To immortalize the twenty second of July

He is a Norwegian [bad word] 
His garments are deceptive
Sedative voice and friendly eyes
He leaves no captives
Walks yard by yard to realize
Defilement of perception
Spreading far and wide
To reorganize the foundation of life 

Island of the dead [bad word] a point of no return
Mourning for the healthy world that now has gone

Inevitable darkness, uncontrolled actions
Nothing can stop the quick-spreading contamination
Dive into the wicked hive

Disintegration has begun
 [bad word] 

I can’t believe in your losing tap, there's no feedback
I’ll bring a new kind of fear to the land of peace.
Now praise the end.

There’s my try to you, now I go.
To rest and live in a harmless world