Kabaret - TrollfesT

Helluva steht undt denken an hvordan

Hun kan finne ney undersåtter som kan hente vann

The last one that she had died in a freakish accident

Sie setzen sich an er wenn er fragt «Wo ist deine fornuft?»

Jævelen han våget å insinuere frekt

At hun var for stor for sin egen dør og aldri kunne dra vekk

Den frekke faen foreslo å spise nibdre mat

She flattened him and ate him fikk han servert på ett fat

Goddamn und ficken skitt she is still pissed off!

Om hun kunne kill him again she would live it in her heart

She will töten er o igjen in fact she found him tasty

Hun grynter mens hun tenker fordi hun syns det er stress

When she can stick to hitting things da er hun i sitt ess

Sie will töten alt og alle in fact she will eat everyone

Rasende og sinna setter Helluva i et brøl

All denne tankevirsomhet nå skal hun lage søl

With her club in her hand, she strikes out towards the nearest servant

Slaget lander fint og flott på tjeneren sin topp

Instant soup it makes of hi og Helluva slurper opp

Happy for some soup she briefly forgets to be angry