Il verme, un enorme grosso verme, s’è fagocitato l’Inghilterra nutrendosi e dispensando odio, rancore, errori.
Today, I proclaim that a worm has swallowed England
And despite what you have been told
It is not of a face, nor spine, nor legs
It does not want your jobs, your women, or your cattle sheds
The Worm lives deep within yourselves
And you live deep within the Worm
Hatred is the Worm
Envy is the Worm
Ego is the Worm
We’ll break God’s rib
To make a scythe
To carve our way out of his cage into the light