The trampled
There lives uncreated by the powers of mine
Behold the victims
Died on foreign ground a soaked soil

Strange curse (of drained wisdom), part I

Arise and see the Huskarl in thee
You were afraid for long thy God would be wrong
And all that is, you offered it all
They will never kill they warlike spirit
Assemble the Gods of war

Strange curse, Part II

Op deze nieuwe morgen
Straalt er zon noch licht
Dit is het rijk van dood en duisternis

Dark shadows engulf
This once so sacred land
The dark prophesy
Must be at hand

If there is one God to behold us all
It should be Satan
If there is good in this transcendental war
It should be Satan
If there is one God where I will die for
It will be Satan