Lnge nog har era masktna huvuden vilat p era veka axlar
En lngtande knsla sprider sig I mina nvar och lustan brinner
Klinga
stolt nr ben mter stl, klinga stolt nr srsvetten droppar
Lnge nog har du vntat p att skilja masktna huvuden frn veka
axlar
Djvlar anamma
Svlt och bedrvelse
Pest och frintelse
Dd och frbannelse
Inga trar skall era frvridna, bldadne,
brutna kroppar vta
Ingen lskarinna, slakt eller frnde vid era lik skall srja
Ingen hjltars sal, ingen himmelsk frjd nr makter (na)
(era) den utmta
Blott spott och spe era eftermlen frga
Era gravar r passande att smutsa med mitt avskrde
Era minnen r mina
att bespotta med hat och hn
Inga goda ord om de dda minner, inga ljusa minnen omtalas
I mitt vansinne fann ni livets ruttna
slut
[English translation:]
The Song Of Madness
Long enough have your worm-eaten heads rested upon your weak
shoulders
A pining feeling spreads in my fists and my lust burns
The blade is proud when bone meets steel, the blade is proud when
the blood drips
Long enough have you waited to sever worm-eaten heads from weak shoulders
Jvlar anamma [common curse, hard to
translate. Literally means something like "devils accept"]
Famine and grief
Plague and destruction
Death and damnation
No
tears shall wet your distorted, bleeding, broken bodies
No lover, family or kin shall mourn by your corpses
No hall of heroes, no
heavenly joy when the powers execute your fates
Only scorn and sneers colour your obituaries
Your graves are fit to stain with
my refuse
Your memories are mine to mock with hate and scorn
No kind words about the dead are remembered, no bright memories are
mentioned
In my madness you found the rotten end of life
