Слова:
Blodsrit Helveteshymner

In the I lies the martyr, the willing sacrifice Stand before the self destructive sadist Hand him the knife Because he owns the illusion In pain revel

In solitude, in absolute silence With a candle lit I drink to die Mournful shadows dance upon the torn walls Whispering voices moans the time is right

While wandering the heathen planes of Thule A wind of the free, began moaning to me Mournful whistle, an anthem forlorn Ancient, hateful and mighty So

Lagd i frusen jord pa hostens kant Bland kala trad i dodens lund Manskligt forakt ? misantropi Sorgens makt ? melankoli Dubbel sjal ? schizofreni Elins

En barndom har slocknat Sa klagar klockan Sotsvarta faror Ett brunet falt Den likbleka modern Dodbringarens vals Hon placerar eggen Far saret att skalva