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