Оригинален текст
chop, chop, chop
off comes the head
i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
run for your life, run for your life
headhunder
of the
cannibal tribe
the art of headhunting
hack, hack, hack,
the sound of the axe
bone-splitting force
seperates head from neck
run for your life, run for your life
spine splits in half
as your neckbone now cracks
meat to rot
from the corpse
maggots feed
as you decompose
I feed on the maggots
and feed on your soul
the art of headhunting
chop, chop, chop, off comes the head
i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
run for your life, run for your life
headhunter of the cannibal tribe
I feed on those maggots
and feed on your soul