Hell is loose in the knacker's soul
Coercion and climax have their nest in me
Distorted, intense and infected
Enemy of god and man
You will never find the way home
Wrong and colourless, but unploughed ground
Until there is no more life
Occult weapons of Hell burn
Still-born to endless night
For I have been on dead skin
Agonizing large wounds
Rancid blood and the ruin of the sexes
Burning bridges and patience
Look beyond, look past
deformed, corrosive doubt
There is nothing there, either
Inhuman being
Hidden old force
Powerful devilish rutting
Axe without shaft
Ancient Norwegian black arts
Deep river in flesh
lets the pain come
A wrung half-open body
See the blood flow
So white becomes red
Your life is over