Burn The Neo-Hippies کے بول

No forgiveness, no mercy We are the barbarians I dream of million bodies strewing the battlefield Ripped up by the blades of vengeance Spilling their decaying guts in the grass Fertilizing my lands and forests The harvesting will be better next year We are the pagan legions in the employ of ourself I see thousands cadavers of those hippie vermines Gutted up to throat of their sacred ecstasy No tolerance toward this polluting waste No rave parties on my land They are the parasites they are the weakness Subculture for drugs addicteds