Cold earth
Blackened soul blessed by eternity
Dwelling under unholy ground
Forbidden thoughts and dreams
Provided by strong storms
Of bold beliefs and black
Souls of immortality
The demons are dancing
Creeping on the path
Clinging to the fairytale
Which the call religion
They are slaved bu our demons
Of war and human creatures
Of a filthy and weak kind
As we crawl up and out
Of our cold earth with blood
On our hands and faces
We greet out brothers
With horned wings and cold minds
The dweelling and feeding
It is complete
Now we rise
