Bastards From Hell

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