Under korpens vinger - Dimmu Borgir

Hver en tere er frosset, ver sjel er lenket, vert hat er blodig

All glede er svunnet, all latter er forsvunnet, alt liv skal ende I dod

I et kalt og ode landskap, skal den sorte horde tre frem

Ver herre skal stige opp for all tid, reise sitt rike igjen

Ver kamp skal belonnes, vere navn skal prises

Vere sinn skal dra den grene, og hans kjorlighet skal evig ge tapt

All moral skal forkastes, du vil men du dor av skam

Ne er tiden kommet, ja knus de godes ord

La oss for alltid bli herskere põ Denne jord

Every tere is frozen, ver soul is chained, host hatred is bloody

All joy is gone, all laughter is gone, all life is to end in death

In a cold and ode landscape, the black horde must emerge

May the Lord rise up forever and ever, reign his kingdom

Every match must be rewarded, our name must be praised

His mind shall draw the branch, and his love shall be lost forever

All morality must be rejected, you will but you die of shame

No, the time has come, yes, crush the words of the good

Let us forever be rulers of this earth