Frogs Lyrics - Comecon

Frogs croak, frogs croak for all 

From the dark grass outside, you can hear them call 

Satan is laughing, he is laughing at us all 

Look at the toiling little man, 

and then he's destroyed for no reason at all 

The meek shall inherit the earth when it's dead 

When all temples are ashes, and the soil bears no bread 

Frogs croak, frogs croak for some 

From abysses begrassed, the end will come 

In the flickering of the light Satan comes to take a bite 

Of what could have been my soul, but it's all turd of mole 

And fouled by blind diggers I can see how it figures 

You can't have what's not, and that goes for the lot