Inbred Vermin Darkthrone

[Verse 1]
Weak-minded inbred vermins
Call for the pesticide
Time will smoke out the rats
Breed like swarms, getting weaker by the minute

[Chorus]
People rotted on mountains
Running around with no clue

[Verse 2]
Freezing, they're ice-cold
Killed by their own plague
We will ride the winds of the thunder cold
We deny your rights to live
Vermins, filth, blood in streams running
For the edge of extinction

[Chorus]
People rotted on mountains
Running around with no clue
Frigid, they're ice-cold

[Outro]
Weak-minded
Inbred vermins