Hvite Krists Død - Satyricon

Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under v†r hordes hammer

Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de míter dídens ansikt, dídens kulde

Vinder av kulde skal komme, for † fryse kristenmanns blod

V†rt korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite krists

hjerte

Vl brenner guds barn p† b†let

Vl brenner guds hus

Tidens mírke skal dekke for solen

Perleporten skal knuses

Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye

Sjeler fídt under dídens mektige trone

Vi g†r v†rt dídningtog til dídens land med de endelíse vidder

N†r korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists †nd er díd

N†r m†nen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dídsmarsj bestige

nordens mekrige fjell

Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mírk sky m†nen s† r† og kald

Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang

We will forever remember the brave people who lived under the hammer of our horde

Eternal is the war against those of the light, until they measure the face of the dide, the cold of the dide

Winds of cold will come, to † freeze Christian's blood

Our crusade has begun and every step is a stake through white Christians

heart

God's children burn on the fire

Vl burns the house of God

The darkness of time shall cover the sun

The pearl gate must be broken

And every thorn in his head, every nail in his body, gives life to new ones

Souls fid under the mighty throne of díden

We make our journey to the land of death with the endless expanses

When the Crusaders dangle and white Christians are dead

When the man shines pale and lonely, the sound of a death march must ascend

the majestic mountains of the north

Gone were they of God's earth, behind a dark cloud men s † r † and cold

The song is the last note of a grave song