Lag: Ego, texti: Bubbi Morthens
Boarded windows broken glass.
Naked children hairy rats.
Noone dares cross the borderline.
This territory belongs to the tribe.
Homemade weapons designed to kill.
Painted warriors rainbow colored pills.
Skulls lined upon the totem pole.
Red eyed scanning the empty streets.
Mutant survivors search the garbage heaps.
Death collects on the disaster’s signs.
Long forgotten stories of law and crime.
In the jungle only the strong survive.
Drummers keep their victims hypnotized.
Skulls lined upon the totem pole.
Lagið má finna á eftirtöldum útgáfum