^So geht's mir immer noch mit dem Nile-Grunzer "Lashed To The Slave Stick", seit mal jemand im RH-Forum den "alternativen Text", den man da auch raushören kann, gepostet hat. Lost to the old slave's dick!
Edith sagt, hier isser. Gotta love Death Metal...

Lashed To The Slave Stick
Houmous got for you (x2)
These criminal sleeves of fever
The wood of wool is a biscuit
Evil feather the power-green blood is twat on the stores
Wearing a pie of internal torment
Lost to the old slave's dick all the year
Lashed to the slave stick
Horrible old dick head
Never suck the bun
Lashed to the slave stick
Rub the massive spot coming from the piscine
The Eye of Horus is prepared to a TACBE*
So the ultimate waves of pain of kissing
Impersonate me
Your evil deeds have turned a kitchen
Your published have come upon thee
Sign your pumpernickel ass
You shall be lashed to the slave stick
Abu I look on imprisoned team
Showering the spawn of Eng in aspired from the netherworld
Half a chance
The poor 'uns
Cruise with yer pigtails out, now move the Shankhill in
Between
Now turn the dickhead up by one
In the dust of a bus charge the jewel upon your souls
The wickedness of your whirl did kiss the aisle upon you
And I suppose washing came a matter of bull in twat's inquity in the great hall
Your sore, laughable body shall be cut to pieces
Your self shall have no egg systems
He shall never accuse you all
As in cranium if the neutered lamb, the dude of god is upon you
Rashed to the slave stick
Upper to have tonight
Lashed to the slave stick
Never too stye to call
Lashed to the slave stick
Upper to have tonight
Lashed to the slave stick
BUUUURRRRRRPPP
Aaaaahhhhhh
(reversed sounding stuff)
* Tactical Beacon - radio device used by British special forces to radio for pick-up on completing a mission.