Death sets its piercing glance to me

Breath of a god-deprived darkened deity

Scent leads me to which must not be seen

Bent to search for the source of these sólstafir

Four, embody horsemen sent by God

Preternatural light shooting from the roof above

Bloated and black, dewinged dove

Sick from mere air or a lack there-of

Fear-stricken heart

Hell reaching soil

Beacons of His hate for all of mankind

Cover my mouth

Cover my eyes

O Lord, I ask only from you

To spare us of this

Punishment worthy of the godless

We've only served you well

Never a doubt, impenetrable might

Not one sin

Någonsin, aldrig

Watch as it thrives, on quick blight

Stoor dödhin

Vi har fruktat dig oändligt

Mauling, swallowing yard by yard

Falling, death tarot house of cards

Flying, galloping, demon spawn

Decayed, prophesied Babylon

Bolting, stakes blown into the sky

Witchcraft, snakes mutate into flies

Dark arts, darker yet rats and mice

Feeble, now we must pay the price:

Lives

Like wooden doors greeting merciless storms

Infected sores meeting festering warmth

A thousand knives, penetration on sight

Spend the rest of our lives waiting to die