Testing testing hello 1..2..3
Hey you, yeah can you hear me?
Sorry, just getting used to the evil
Hurts my chords, tastes like diesel
Now let’s begin, we haven’t much time
Hey turn around, you must finish my crime!
Take this piece, now put it there
Find the others. how, I don’t care
Yes! That’s my finished product!
Now my plan you must conduct
Turn on the power, open that door
Now the killing must be more
Hurry, HE commands the others
Should they finish first, I’d get to cover
The old one died, sent back to his grave
If you finish first, your life I might save
Perfect! Wundebar! Thank you my friend
Now die! No one must know that I wasn’t condemned!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem