Lyrics:

Fast and dirty I hope my death
With no religion in my grave
Waiting the dealer in front of the church
To get suicide, and go to hell
Oh, Tyrant!
Oh, Solitude!
Oh, Lucifer!
And I don't want anything of these
Things from the normal life of pigs
I wait close to the door of doom
To recieve the Great Old Ones
Oh, Tyrant!
Oh, Solitude!
Oh, Lucifer!
Always present in my way
And I don't want anything of these
Things from the normal life of pigs
I wait close to the door of doom
To recieve the Great Old Ones
The Great Old Ones
The Great Old Ones
The Great Old Ones
The Great Old Ones
The Great Old Ones
The Great Old Ones