Can't you stop talking now
Utter loser and egomaniac
Tonight I'm singing about your disease
Yes, I swear, this will be the last time
On your head a shameful crown
Unable to do something of value
Rest in peace you and your sexual life
We are all laughing at you
Reminding how you think you are, an
Idealist like Varg Vikernes
Someone now is licking your asshole
Totally full of the shit you play
Silence, I'm now listening to
Another demo CD, which kind of sucks
Note by note recorded with a laptop
Destroying every facade of professionalism
Follow the rules, F57
Keep your claws off the goddamn scene
Follow the rules and Kill yourself
We both know you're a waste of life
Kind enough to stab in the back
Illusive purists with no brain
Leave your ego at home
Leave your words outside the web
You shouldn't even exist now
Overtly grown piece of shit
Useless sub human, open your eyes
Remind yourself of your nothingness
Follow the rules, F57
Keep your claws off the Black Metal scene
Follow the rules and kill yourself
We both know you're a waste of life
Follow the rules, F57
You're less "black" than a cockroach
The 90s are gone, I don't give a fuck
About some fucking useless bastard like you
Silently fading away in the void
Ending your life in a black room
Loved by no one else other than yourselves
Finish what you should have never begun