Myr [English translation]

Like a thief in the heather, the infection comes sneaking

The liquid of rotting fruits

Echo of it smells

Only a forgotten memory

Buried in my colourless within

I am many beasts

The sky lies buried here

Downwards

No shelter from the rain

Stand stoic and watch the ocean rise

A living hell

Til death takes the lead and liberates

Praise the devil blessed be

He seduces your daughters