Du Gamla Du Sjuka
Pluton Svea
You Old, You Sick
You old, you sick, you violated land
You ravaged by white arms
I console myself with
A tear on my tooth
That struggle, that sorrow like no other
That struggle, that sorrow like no other
You stood there in ancient times so free and so proud
For the Swedes' kingdom here on earth
But now when the pigs
Never get buried
Yes, then we get Stockholm's false words
Yes, then we get Stockholm's false words
One morning will come, a dawn so red
Where darkness will forever be dispelled
It comes with vengeance
And it comes with death
So the scum shall be thrown over the border
So the scum shall be thrown over the border
Politicians win from their ivory towers down
And the MEPs' power is now broken
The race mixers, they are no more
The last traitor is shot
The last traitor is shot
