Out of the story that was told last We know they are insane Bertram was reborn as an eagle Crippled around the South Harbour, hissing and pissing Heavenly galley, wet and at the same time sad Only coincidentally within a day and a half Full of rusty, untidy barrels with chemical waste It soon began to mix, the bright green liquid Became mixed together, mutated red, it's grotesque Grew rapidly, became more and more crumbly Became a two meter high, ear-twisting monstrum In armored plates, with whistling feathers Phosphoric salt dripped on the ground A development so grim, who cares That it was only surpassed by his nasty soul Broke through the wall and rolled down the road This day stood again, Gelsen's sign Crippled, crawling, insane, and hissing Bertram is back in your mind Crippled, crawling, insane, and hissing Bertram is back in your mind Tickity, tickity, tickity, insane, insane, insane Sick Bert, Bertram, Bert, Bertram A bombardment from hell A terrifyingly terrifying battle cry At the police station, the mood was good Because there was a course, they saw the dead boys In the whole building, there was peace and quiet Until something happened, no one's eyes would believe Bertram smashed through the main door Doubled insanely like before He tore and bled dry Through to give an indigestion His shining eyes were like rays of stroboscopic light The rumbling voices lost the receptionist His coffee cup, tired, back, supported by a gizmo Two patients shouted HOLD, made the sign proud But they were sold to Stangler-Kriss You had to be incredibly careful Not to be shot like salmon So Bertram cut with a saw More patients arrived, while a sick psychopath Broke the glass in the snack machine With his forelegs, he took a knight's sword Took it hot with joppa yoghurt and threw it away All units were called While the policemen, one after the other Crippled, crawling, insane, and hissing Bertram brought back your marit Crippled, crawling, insane, and hissing Bertram brought your marit Tiggity-tiggity-tiggity-cen- Cen-soup Bertram Bertram Bertram The police raided the station None of them were in control of the situation But all of a sudden, he was hit by lead At Klosholm, Jens emptied the magazine The guards stood, Bertram roared in his cranium We're all now out of a conference room Ove ran into the base with a flying headbutt Hit the plate with an uppercut, it went well Until he got tired, on a lost Napoleon's cake Joy fell down in an overhead projector Hit his head, Bertram caught Jens Wille fled his body, but at the end of the corridor The door was locked up It was criminal assistant Axel Strøby Who fired a salve-blue First part shotgun, then two machineguns One in each hand, Bertram turned around Raped by panic, he fled through a window The enemy was in the outskirts now Ove and Jens grabbed flamethrowers and rocket guns And followed the disgusting insect The case reopened Another banger, another banger Money, money, money The crumbling, crawling, insane assaults Bertram is back in Marit The crumbling, crawling, insane assaults Bertram is back in Marit