Sun goes down, bodies on the ground. Swollen
  with pus, I shall further expound. As the
  vultures swirl, the batons twirl. We've come
  for your entrails. And now it's time for death.
  And now it's time, Death's mime is rhymed...
  Sun comes up bloody pulp. People of your
  planet all writhe in muck. Life's a piece of shit,
  you are living it. You deserve no less than death.
  Time for death, it's to the left. I've gotta smash
  my chin 'till I gotta cleft. Time for death, there's
  nothing left. I'm gonna rape your world, gonna go
  suck cock...And now it's time for death. Your
  nipples, expose your breasts. I'll burrow deep into
  your chest...Ahh
  There's no sun, just a human slum. Leaders
  of your people acting really dumb. Flies with
  the eyes, guys with the thighs, keeping a watch
  on Bilko's pies...
  And now it's time for DEATH...