Original lyrics

EN

In creepsylvania, I drafted this piece of paper That denotes that I'm its ruler for life You gotta a problem? Well, I hope that you're a bottom 'Cause you're gonna get put to the knife I'm leather-clad, motherfucker, super-bad You see me coming, better bow down The severed head of kreeg now issues orders from me To all the cannibals that hung around Hail creepsylvania Hail me! Tremble with awe Because my word is law I am the bomb, I've got the bomb, and with aplomb Over the comms my voice addresses you fools I'm not afraid of any voodoo, any mutants Any peasants, or protesters, or ghouls I've got the soldiers, got the power, got the odor Of the modern creepsylvanian man If they step to dobrunkum then you know I'm gonna punk 'em With my nightstick in the back of the van Hail creepsylvania Hail me! Tremble with awe Because my word is law Because my word is law Hail creepsylvania Hail me! Tremble with awe Because my word is law