While you watch your blood on the pentagram
I'm about to possess your mortal soul
A lost life a spent eternity

Come dance with me and taste my cruelty

Son of the cursed one

I'll spit on your grave
Unholy warrior


Lost society
Moons are falling
Limb by limb

Let the ritual start
Ritual
Give me your body

Sacrifice your soul
To the one
Cold


Winter is rising
The storms are running

Through the northern plains

Warriors

Angels

Sing the cursed epitaph

Spit again
Black vomit in
Your red dress


Curse you
The rising


Air is dead
Kill


Lemons will fly
Elephants on the fio


Gud bevare meg fra dette helvete jeg vil ut
Ikke la meg her i Satans rike


Gå bort, sitron
Jeg vil ut

måner vil falle

Ta meg bort til skogen i Nord

navigere havene i brann
navigere havene i brann


Aarrghh!
La oss starte ritualet


nord

to sitroner

Ikke la meg falle i feller av Satan
Sitroner