Inbred Vermin - Darkthrone

Weak minded inbred vermin

Call for the pesticide

Time will smoke out of 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