Brännmärkt [English translation]

Darkened by print. A ugly headline.

Then the masses wish to see a corpse.

A small bird whispered tenderly.

Then your life was totally doomed.

The source criticism is strangled,

truth is secondary,

that's how it works here.

So has begun, your swan song,

for the sheep love annihilation.

They want to see more, of what you've done.

All the vultures flock quickly.

Nothing tickles as nice, as inquisition.

Entertain your nation.

Burn-marked

Stung by fire

Burn-marked

Until your death

Burn-marked

Parian's fate

Burn-marked

Is now the name that you got

See silent, empty eyes

that lionize your steps.

And curvilinear, fat lips

That accuse you of being weak and afraid.

Hear the sheep bleat coherently

of how evil you are.

Now they can all rejoice

over the shame that you eternally bear.

The defective1 line

lacks knowledge, lacks sense.

But gladly holds with their hooves

on the handle of the hot broach,

that burns holes in the skin

before the rest is burned on the stake.

And the beam in one eye

is forgotten in a smell of burned rind.

The witch processes flourish, they live on,

and preferably thinking men are burned.

Burn-marked

Stung by fire

Burn-marked

Until your death

Burn-marked

Parian's fate

Burn-marked

Is now the name, is now the name

that you got

1. literally "retarded"

• Artist:Raubtier
• Album:Bärsärkagång