Die Hoffnung – Santa Teresa En Fuego lyrics

Blowtus-breathers, petrified hoods, verdurban slummbers;
tattooed tinder, gross skindling, all, pieces in pieces.
Indolemachy.
Slow-cooked.My head's a hone for seacrets.
Never met a frog I didn't lick.
Cockles cackle; crab-dappled trees;
poppy-seads champ at the beach.
Yore seas, new sleaze, snake and leech-
trampsubstance-you are what they eat.
Mongreloids. Tourporists.
By Quetzalcoatl I'm cunninglikissed.
Myind talks ick, a farrogo;
divine reptile liquor lipped.
A bawdy so bonny and fretid,
the flame of the land,
lava in lamb;
the cracks in my cuntry breathe fire.
White boys will burn! White boys will burn!