In Two Thousend Twelve
The Earth will end
But don't believe
In some strange theories
This world will end
For the madness of mixed-type meat sausage
No one can see
The Killing Sausage
No one can see it
In the night!
It kidnapps you
With insane violence
No one escapes
From its grip
Don't pray, don't cry
You have to hide
Protect your babies
It will arrive
It's a creation
Of a crazy butcher
Mister Hans Von Wurstenstein
He was killed
By his mad creature
Now the world
It's gonna die!
Don't pray, don't cry
You have to hide
Protect you babies
It will arrive
No one can really save you
From its madness
No one can really reascue you
From the killing Sausage
Prepare to die
With pain and suffer
Preapare to its
Killing lard
It's a filthy porky bastard
And it's here to start the end
Killing Sausage!
Killing Sausage!
Killing Sausage!
Killing Sausage!