Slaughter, massacre
Blood everywhere
Corpse, worms
Beer cans everywhere
Lastly they took my beer
That I bought, completely themselves
Now they will taste revenge
Unfortunately completely helpless
To take
My beer
like taking
My soul!
You will taste, you swine
My instruments of torture are finely honed
I will go over corpses
Anything to kill you
Next time I see you
I'm prepared
Will you come within a mile radius
Is there no hope for the rest of your race
ÃƒÂˇlburkthrower activated, it cannot be turned off
You will die because of what you did
A real ÎLDÃD
To take
My beer
Is like taking
My soul!

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