Evoke the nightspirits, Burn the flesh on sacrificial ground, For we, the fallen, hath arrived At the gates of a new domination. Through fire to walk And leave a burning path For the ghosts of the past To witness. The black veil veil of wintry night Blows asunder in the violent storm, In which many a foul creature Has left for the majestic mountains. Oh, why art thou so strong? My dearest keeper of Jaded hearts and deathly stillness Where I breathe, silently. The concerto of dawn hath arrived, Hence the music begins. The cold hard slash of the violin Wrenches apart flesh within murderous hymns. As now we lie still The tortued edge of the deep And we wonder. Needed rest eludes capture As the night draws in, And the fires burn on As if winds threatened not. Dance 'neath the stars, And breathe deep the sense Of everlasting stillness Within the bounds of eternity. For we laugh and cry, But never forget The shallow pools In which the night Was forever shattered By the tidal force That lashed out And destroyed many. Stå nu op, Og stå front mod skyggerne Som for altid styrer livet For de uforberedte fjender. I livet og i døden, Mens vi prøver a leve i fred; Stilheden bliver brudt Og slagterierne bliver begynder. Now rise up, And take arms against the shadows That forever dictate the lives Of unsuspecting foes. In life and death, As we try to live in peace; The serenity is broken And the slaughter begins...