Parmesan Partisan by Trull

Parmesan Partisan

there, a grim looking horse
bold feet of iron, sheer
presence at hill
it's a rider a man
a spider? a fan?
covered in mud
covered despair

thunder enlightens
a cheeseplate at hand
Gouda, Edamer, Sauermilschkäs
The parmesan partisan
he smells your behest
The parmesan partisan
he fights with the aids

Medics couldn't do any good
Wake up at night, sweaty, insane
Calls for the Handkäs,
Calls for the Vengeance, but the cheese
got him fat
and the aids got him sad
The cheeseplate at hand,
he stands on the hill

Parmesan Partisan, what is your problem?!
"Ah, Communista! Por favor, they are bad!"
Parmesan Partisan, are you from spain?
"No, no water, horse allergic to rain!"
Parmesan Partisan, how come you have aids?
"Parmesan Partisan no understand!!!"

And now you feel
AIDS is not that good
You fight and you fuck with the AIDS
How will you survive?
You ill fat man,
Cheeseplate in your hands,
Straight forward to your ending
Partisan goodbye!

Roquefort Harzer Kochkäs Münster Stilton Skyr
Bergkäs Edam Feta Colby Ricotta Brie
Gouda Cheddar Vlaskaas Jarlsberg Quark
Raclette Cantal Schmelzkäs Esrom Halloumi

• Black Metal
• Carpathian
• Grim
• Metal
• Trve Black Metal
• Bensheim