Sick Heil - Endstille

Call me a number, call me a sin

Your Adolf of Christ will never lead me

Who knows, that life isn’t death

Or light not night

It all fades as we run in a lane of society

Even on this earth of desolation

In the sorrow life will bring

Even here I will not serve

For I shall be king

I’m the messiah, my own type of leader

As no life will ever break me

I’m sick of it all

Freedom pleases me, as I live anarchy

And peace with me, as I’m at war with all

So feel free to hate me

I’m sick of it — Sick of it all

I’m fucking sick of it!!!

Sick Heil!