Asfågelns Död [English translation]

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.

[Monologue:]

A black bird out of the depth glows

A night for evil deeds

From a time which no one remembers

Now cold dead draws near without mercy