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Helluva steht undt denken an hvordan hun kan
Finne nye 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 mindre 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 love it in her heart
Sie will töten er om 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 tankevirksomhet 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 him og Helluva slurper opp
Happy for some soup she briefly forgets to be angry



Credits
Writer(s): Morten Mueller, Dag Stiberg, Kai Renton, Jostein Austvik, John Espen Sagstad, Eirik Renton, Oyvind Erik Stronen Johannesen
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