Svart blod nu mnen drnker
Svart totem ur djupet stiger
Krigsmlning p trynen stnker
Frn grottans dunkel, kom dden
diger
Dags att stiga, dags att drpa
Genom natten vi marschera
Blodet av korpen kristtrogen
Asfgeln av vite
krist
Dags att riva, dags att slita
Fda mata broder mask
Sluta livet av himmelens pest
Asfgeln av vite krist
Rost
och eld nu stder slukar
En maskin av sten och ktt
Tusentals troll nu marscherar
Blodet dryper frgar rtt:
[English
translation:]
[Vulture's Death]
Black blood the moon now drinks
Black statue from the depths rises
Warpainting drawn
into the face
From cave's dim comes great death
Days are at hand, days are killing
Through the night we march
Blood of the
raven, Christian belief
Vulture of christianity's threat
Days are tearing, days are toiling
Feed brother worm with
food
End the lives of the heaven's pest
Vulture of christianity's threat
Rust and flame now devour purity
Like machine of
stone and flesh
Thousand of trolls now march
Blood drips staining red...
