…crimes over the nights, you use the shadow tools and army technic, its every day crimes like in southern africa. You all have the same work, in the field of medic, you get your salary of the same field, beating people…

…hurrikaani Vapise Texasin festivaali Jokainen taipuu kun tarpeeksi taittaa Sä et voi mua enää maahan laittaa Isken niinkuin hurrikaani Mutten pyöri enää sun jalois Girls ’n’ cowboys Isken niinkuin hurrikaani Vapise Texas ja festivaali Girls ’n’ cowboys Isken niinkuin hurrikaani Mutten pyöri enää sun jalois!…

…stoppii Koska nykyää mä pystyn scubadaivaa Ja siinä samas doggystyles muijaa naimaa Ja näin must tuli Texas Sex Ranger Päällä Romano Prodin vaimon pillunvärinen blazer Joten jos sua ahdistelee joku stalkkeri Ni kutsu…

…, so that you life, it benefits of you all, you are a rainbow family, you just tag along, like in desert you need neew food, you take peoples lives, you deside who moves, and where. You really have a good salary, still you…

…show you things That no one has seen before Let’s leave behind this sadness All that remains After the world has settled The beauty lies Hidden in the desolation Most people are too blind to see The beauty that lies Hidden in the desolation Most people are too blind to see We walk on the Elysian fields Far end of the world…

…All the same guys from Carelia, run their business in black fields, beat the people to the hospitals, to new rounds, you like your pounds, they all come from violance, you beat the kids and their moms, everyday, with…

…I like to see the girls somethimes, but I am getting older, they are really not any geniouses. But the men pay their lives, they dont need to do really, anything. It feels unfair, we have seen it, in every streets, you…

…You have find you levels, its easy to see of your games, you are not good in enything, 'they still pay you the salary, so you have money, your kids to feed. You all are in the same game, corrupted people, white collar…

…They drank all booze They stole and killed Fields and flames and Families without homes Men with their golden swords Horses' armoured heads Iron harassed hard Blades of weapons slashed In silence the village lie down…