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PenguinsAriseThe dayhas comeWe will fly with the stormAnd attack with the lightningTo extinct the human raceBefore they extinct everything elseSweeping across the countriesDestroying all we seeThey don't deserve the gift of lifeMake room for the new raceAfter desolating the face of the earthWe will layour eggs in the still warm ashesAnd the fuzzy baby penguinsWill have human corpses for their first mealAccording to the legendsThere is a creatureHiding in the northern woodsHis heart is cold as winterAnd his hair is made of leavesWhere his name is mentionedA cold wind bends the treesFor he's the one that fills our souls with fearFor he is Skogsmulle!He lures children into the woodsAnd makes them become his disciplesThere they are taught to live only on death capAnd to throw stonesOn the peopleWalking in the forestIn the northern woodsHe is one with his surroundingsEvery tree his castle wallsEvery stone his throneWhere his name is mentionedA cold wind bends the treesFor he's the one that fills our souls with fearIn a cold naked cellA lunatic stares at the empty wallsWith a blank expression on his faceBut with a smile on his rugged lipsHis mind travels beyond this worldTo a place created by his funny brainThere are trees in different valuesIn all the colors of the rainbowJust like a stoned junkies dreamWhere the grass is blue and the sky is greenWith yellow elephants flying in the skyLike when you smokepot and get really highSo many colorshat you almost go blindAll this created by a lunatics bizzare mindTransformed to an image made of dreamsThe lunatic ruins naked through the wildernessWith strange flowers springing in his footstepsFollowed by an evil shade of pinkKnowing not that it is his last day in lifeSunset in Gotham cityThe sky is red as bloodA dark gloom reigns the townAs if it knows what awaitsLate at nightA horde of creatures sneaks into townArmed with razorsharp beaksCertain that no one will get in their waySensing death in the airNobody even dares to go outSoon the penguins will find Batman's caveProceeding with their cunning planAfter emptying the batmobiles tyresThey sneak back into the woodsLeaving no trace to be foundBut a stench of death and decayBehind mountains of iceThey are preparing for attackWhen you least expect itThey will sneak up behind your backThey rule this place aloneNobody is even thereOf satans evil penguinsYou must bewareOut of the ashesOf the destroying (smurf) villageOne survivor roseThat day he swore not to restUntil Gargamel was deadWhile walking through the woodsA shadow emerged from behind the treesTogether they returned to the ruins of the villageThe village was desolatedSmashed to pieces and burned downThe limbs of the poor smurfsScattered all over the groundBut their flesh was still warmTogether they decided to performThe ancient smurf ritual of necromancyIn order to invoke the fallen onesTo create the army of undead smurfsUnder the sign of the blue markThey marched towards Gargamels castleThe old sorcerer did not knowWhat horrible evil would strike upon himHe was paralyzed by the horrifying sightWhen he saw the hideous armyBursting out from the midnight fogCrawling and trembling towards his homeHe tried to escape, but they ate his toes(took a bite of his ass, played golf with his balls)And feasted upon the rest of his dismembered bodyWhen it was down, they marched onTo spread terror all over the worldThe superior race of rotten fleshBlue and white with blood on their hatsTrained by the ultimate mastersPossessing all the skillsNuclear radiation from hellTurned them into savage beastsBeaks of the sharpest steelChainsaw blades instead of wingsFear their tremendous rageIn the night they are running amokStaining their steel with bloodUsing the ancient artsAnd melting humans with nuclear fartsThere is no point praying to godBecause he is already deadBuried deep in penguin shitSlowly turning to dustVi sålde våra hemman och gav oss sedan ut,som fågelen bortflyger, när sommaren tar slut.Han kommer en gång åter när våren skrider fram,men vi få aldrig skåda vårt kära fosterland.Och när vi kommo till den liverpoolska hamnbegynte ångerns tårar så stritt att bryta fram.Det blev en hjärtans sveda i bröstet på var och en.Man talar blott om Sverige och om sitt förra hem.Vi packades tillsammans uti ett osunt kvav.Det var för oss att skåda liksom en öppen grav.Och födan som vi fraktat ifrån vår svenska jordden blev oss nu förbjuden att taga med ombord.Och när vi hade seglat en vecka eller två,ett mörker däcket höljde och bredde sig därpå.Ej se varann vi kunde, knappt andas eller gå.Det var en gruvlig plåga för stora och för små.Nu blir en ömklig hunger, med sorg och grät och gny.En jämmer som sig tränger till himlens höga sky.Och döden gruvligt härjar bland mänskorna ombord.Man ser de döda kastas i havets vilda flod.Det är det som grämer mitt hjärta till min död.Att se de arma barnen här gråta efter bröd.Vi kunde ej dem hjälpa, ej lindra deras snöp.De måste nu få gråta och sedan därpå dö.
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