Svart blod nu m?nen dr?nker Svart totem ur djupet stiger Krigsm?lning p? trynen st?nker Fr?n grottans dunkel, kom d?den diger Dags att stiga, dags att dr?pa Genom natten vi marschera Blodet av korpen kristtrogen Asf?geln av vite krist Dags att riva, dags att slita F?da mata broder mask s*uta livet av himmelens pest Asf?geln av vite krist Rost och eld nu st?der slukar En maskin av sten och k?tt Tusentals troll nu marscherar Blodet dryper f?rgar r?tt: [English translation:] [Vulture's d**h] Black blood the moon now drinks Black statue from the depths rises Warpainting drawn into the face From cave's dim comes great d**h Days are at hand, days are k**ing 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...