This blessed aria I have for murderers in my repertoire,

The advocates of genocide shalt marvel in its grand romance,

Spilling the blood of weaklings, which the autumn leaves desire,

In the slaughtered's blood shalt savages begin their serene dance

A waltz to be remembered, a killers melody

A sword in hand and power, if he breathes, the bastard bleeds.

Death and desolations I have for this fecal breed 

I drain them of their cosmic crimson like my favorite game

Dismember feeble bodies and strip their flesh to the bone,

Naught but a trace and a clue of their existence shalt be known

In suffering I revel, nailing their ignorant brains

Rid these fallen souls from earth populated with disgrace

Hatred I bear for this fecal race, I express with chilling screams

Not even Leopold would dare free them from their perforce suffering.

Sacred desolation in blood I hath decreed

Drain them, disembowel them

And in agony they'll scream

Elated mutilation upon the lifeless Eve

Erase the bastard spawn of a race I'll make them die for me.

I grant eternal darkness to permeate their souls

To make their most grotesque nightmares become reality

Rob them of their precious lifeforce, bring them to the deathly cold

May their mostly-toxic culture be a long forgotten history

An aria to cherish, a killers melody

A sword in hand and power, if he breathes, the bastard bleeds.

Purge them of existence, for they're not worthy of the gift of life

Their savage genes shall pollute the superiority of our bloodline.

Sacred desolation born in blood I hath decreed

Drain them, disembowel them

And in agony they'll scream

Elated mutilation upon the lifeless Eve

Erase the bastard spawn of a race I'll make them die for me.