I det mArkeste mArke troner jeg
I mine slaer trer stillheten frem
Faldne engler vokter mine porter
I dAdsdalens Ade
skjAnnhet
Har min sjel vandret vill
Mens mArket og sorgen rAdet
Tentes hatets flammende ild
I nattens sorte
stillhet
Trer mitt tause frem
I mArket flammer et likbAl
Nok en sort sjel har vendt hjem
I stillhet fAlger vi ferden
Til
vAr sorgsvarte bror
Og ingen tArer faller
Da aske forenes med jord
Vi skal all dele hans skjebne
Vi skal alle fAlge vAr
venn
Da Dommedag's klokker ringer
Skal vi alle komme igjen
For A herske
[English translation:]
[Journey Of
Death]
In the darkest of darkness I intone
In my halls silence steps forth
Fallen angels are guarding my gates
In the
beauty of valley of death
My soul has gone astray
While darkness and sorrow ruled
The fire of hate was lit
In the black
silence of the night
My silence self steps forth
In the darkness a corpse burns
Another black soul has returned(home)
In
silence we observe the journey
The journey of our sorrow-black brother
And no tears fall
When ashes are united with dust
We
shall all share his fate
We shall all follow our friend
When the bells of judgementday chimes
We shall all return
To
rule