Testi:
Urgehal Through Thick Fog Till Death

damned them all forever It was the swing of Satan's sword Who devoured their waspish wail Into the rotting forest of Urgehal Through thick fog till: death

Totally alone I wander by each pillars of hell Sunken deep beyond the devil waves Blessed be hellfire and royal satanic dwell Possessed and vanished

Du har aldri for folt en slik ensomhet Som den dagen gud forlot deg Stakkars menneske der du vandret I kaoset All mening og hap visnet etter apenbaringen

grew black wings Wings of Destruction, a sign of devastation My ripping claws itched to scar and slice In infested flesh through the soil of death Open

one I must collect the five triangles Of the sharp edged pentagram Its our deadly weapon through war and desecration Support our gruesome terror and sadistic violence Lust for death

damned them all forever It was the swing of Satan's sword Who devoured their waspish wail Into the rotting forest of Urgehal Through thick fog till: death

: Du har aldri for folt en slik ensomhet Som den dagen gud forlot deg Stakkars menneske der du vandret I kaoset All mening og hap visnet etter apenbaringen

dearest Ritual, I evoke thy evil spirit Sacrifice, the shepherdess decorates my altar Ghastly skin I caress Dead cold December grace A mixture of lust and death

the wave Of the supreme Satanic pain Death would be a sweet relief From this harsh internal rape Immense pain boiling under Your skin As if demons rush through