Bastards From Hell کے بول

we are the ones the ones they warned you of the ugly faces of ultra-violent death the evil grimaces inside the mirror when you turn off the light when you´re feeling safe we break the bones of our enemies who try to take our life and liberty we burn these words right into their tongues: „you´ve got no right to speak, suffer eternally!" we´re the bastards, bastards from hell a pack of bloodhounds, of the devil we´re the bastards, bastards from hell our home is called, the cradle of sin we raise the flag of independence and stick it in your eyes, you´ll never break us our iron will´s our shield, we burn your wicked eyes cut off your lying tongue, skin you alive we´re the bastards, bastards from hell a pack of bloodhounds, of the devil