We've been given claws (and) not without reason As through strength we shall put the world to sleep We've been given our roles of beasts so fierce So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction We sing the songs of death To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest We won't witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish What a way to fade We've been given teeth to tear stagnation with Yet make us remember our carnal animal past To find a new dimension in the worn out univers Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rock And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more 'Cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds And it's our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead jew