Svart blod nu m?nen dr?nker
Svart totem ur djupet stiger
Krigsm?lning p? trynen st?nker
Fr?n grottans dunkel, kom d?den diger
Dags att stiga, dags att dr?pa
Genom natten vi marschera
Blodet av korpen kristtrogen
Asf?geln av vite krist
Dags att riva, dags att slita
F?da mata broder mask
s*uta livet av himmelens pest
Asf?geln av vite krist
Rost och eld nu st?der slukar
En maskin av sten och k?tt
Tusentals troll nu marscherar
Blodet dryper f?rgar r?tt:
[English translation:]
[Vulture's d**h]
Black blood the moon now drinks
Black statue from the depths rises
Warpainting drawn into the face
From cave's dim comes great d**h
Days are at hand, days are k**ing
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...