Lyrics The Occult - Все Свиньи Должны Умереть

Throw off the plow. Scourge - in the fire.
Topot of the feet.
He fled to the best of the worlds.
And the new flag of the barnyard was raised.
Everyone is equal, my brother, but more equal than all the pig.
And the red color of the brick of white walls
Will color the blood of future changes.
And there is no chance. The story will be repeated again.
With our flesh we will feed the pigs and their dogs.

All, all, all pigs must die!
All, all to one!
All pigs must die!
All, all, all to one!
All pigs must die!
All, all, all to one!