[From "Tribute To MAYHEM: Originators Of The Northern Darkness"]
Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see
I come forward
d**hcrush
I'll send you to your maker
I'll send you to your d**h
d**h nicely crucified
d**h, heads on stakes
The barbeque has just begun
d**hcrush - d**hcrush - d**hcrush
Crush - Crush
d**hcrush
d**hcrush
d**hcrush