[Intro]
Eins, zwei, drei, vier
Wilkommen aus Markthalle für Schweine
Alle Schweinen muß sterben

[Verse]
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

[Outro]
For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
For all pigs must die, your being is a lie