paroles de chanson Inbred Vermin - Darkthrone

Weak minded, inbred vermin
Call for the pesticide
Time will smoke out the rats
Breed like swarms getting weaker by the minute
People rotted on mountains
Running around with no clue
Freezing they're ice cold
Killed by their own plague
They will rot in the winds of the utter cold
We deny your rights to live
Vermin, filth, blood in streams running
For the edge of extension
People rotted on mountains
Running around with no clue
Frigid they're ice cold
Weak minded, inbred vermin