Okay, last week I incurred the wrath of Piggyfucker by desecrating the Latin language ("That's what they speak down in Central America, right?" -- attributed to D. Quayle), so I'm going to incur the heinous wringings of all of you English majors by bringing this interesting idea:
...What would NIN lyrics be like in Olde English?

Okay, let's see....

Forsooth, pig!
Indeed, thou
Forsooth pig piggeth pig pig pig
I have realized all of my nightmares
Beaten to a bloody pulp with mine very bones aching, thou hast left me alone
Dost thou require a new form of entertainment?
I shall be unstoppable
I am carefree, likened to the very wind!
I shall be unstoppable
I am carefree, likened to the very wind!
I have not a care in the world

Forsooth, pig!
My life has not followed the path that I had anticipated
Forsooth, pig, I have counted on thine help in unraveling some mysteries
Indeed, what am I to do?
Because of thou, I hast been forced to part company with my fetid emission
I shall be unstoppable
I am carefree, likened to the very wind!
I shall be unstoppable
I am carefree, likened to the very wind!
Thou hast lost any need or desire for my company, vile pig

closer(eth)

Thou hast let me cause you discomfort
Thou hast let me abuse thine person
Thou hast let me bugger you
Thou hast let me worsen thine life

Bid me aid! I hath mutilated my intestines
Bid me aid! I hath no personality to barter
Bid me aid! There is but one thing I know of that will accomplish its task
Assist me in my endeavor to depart the place where my body resides

I would like to bugger you as if you were a beast
I would like to discover what thine intestines indeed feel like
Forsooth! For my entire life is but a pitiful waste
Indeed, thou maketh me closer to His Holy Father

Thou can haveth my solitude
Thou can haveth my animosity toward my fellow man
Thou are welcome to posess my spiritual void
Thou can just taketh all of my shit

Bid me aid! I am desiring to discard all of my logic
Bid me aid! Thine vaginal cavity doth giveth off a particularly foul odor
Bid me aid! Thine intervention doth indeed improve my life
Help me! I fear I am a woman trapped insideth a man's body

I would like to bugger you as if you were a beast
I would like to discover what thine intestines indeed feel like
Forsooth! For my entire life is but a pitiful waste
Indeed, thou maketh me closer to His Holy Father

Traversing through the deapest thicket
Lo! Skimming the treetops themselves
Delving inside mine digestive cavity
The skin has been filleted from mine kneecaps
I devour the most sacred of all poontangs, thine
And it provideth me with sustenance so that I indeed may flourish.

-- une-other parodie musicale de Buck Satan