Looking back at how it used to be
when i was running free.
To the hills like a trooper with aces high
and now in captivity

Or was it all just wasted years,
my search for piece of mind?
The fear of the dark is haunting me
but still, i will, return

Darkness falls, desires
blood from meat-deniers.
Flashlights shining on your whoaa-aoo

Warpaint in their faces,
piercings in wierd places
Synchronizing their whoaa-aoo

The dog is smelling something
Shotgun set for hunting
Tonight there´s gonna be some wohaa-aoo

Bone-violins in battle
sound of spray-can rattle
ready to tear down this wohaa-aoo

Always thinking they are right
Even if their full of shite

The Beast, unleashed,
Garbage divers in the backyard
The beast, unleashed,
the cooked pork will fry

The beast, unleashed,
anorectic left-wing half-wits
The beast, unleashed,
You´re the lambchild of death


Foxgirls screaming, from their arses bleeding
it is nice to give salt up their whoaa-aoo

Through the flatland leaving, ´cross wolf border fleeing
life inside ring 3 is whoaa-aoo

Neverminding civil-rights
you know they are full of shite

Activist ears are ringing
Old MacDonald singing - e-i e-i whoaa-aoo


The Beast, unleashed,
Anorectic leftwing half-wits
The Beast, unleashed,
the cooked pork will fry


The Beast, unleashed,
Now you’ve set your last potatoe
The Beast, unleashed,
You´re the lambchild of death



Prepare for their return as
they will never learn that
lights are on but no-ones home

The Beast, unleashed,
Anorectic leftwing half-wits
The Beast, unleashed,
the cooked pork will fry

The Beast, unleashed,
Now you’ve set your last potatoe
The Beast, unleashed,
You´re the lambchild of death