Daimon - Kampfar

Ved broddens flamme dypt helt nede

Brenner Ersetus feite flokk

Med flammende fakler, horn og hale

Hans hule øyne står i brann

Med hode og hale

Med flammende fakler

Lever i flokk som slanger

De krøller seg om deres ben

Ingen fred

Tunge steg

Væskende sår

Og det graves dypere

Ned i flammene

Ned i jorden

Der vrenges tankene

Men det finnes ingen vei

Ned til slangene, ned i jorden

Der brenner flammene

Men det finnes ingen vei

Det graves dypere i blinde

Tørster, på søken etter et mørkt sted

Men gravens søken helt der nede

Fører Daimonen ei noe sted

I vrengte pinsler ser han flammen

Det graves dypt, men ei noe sted

Dyp og mørk var hans sorte salme

Men lenken strammet og stanset all vei

Ved broddens flamme dypt der nede

Føres Daimonen ei noe sted

Hans øyne, som hule

Ildsted i brann

Umåtelige og mørke

Hans hymne forsvant

I forvrengte pinsler

Graver han dypere

Som en blind vandrer

Ser han ei lyset mer

Og han graver

Og han…

By the flame of the sting deep all the way down

Burner Ersetus fat flock

With flaming torches, horns and tail

His hollow eyes are on fire

With head and tail

With flaming torches

Lives in flocks like snakes

They curl around their legs

No peace

Heavy rose

Exuding wounds

And it digs deeper

Down in the flames

Down in the ground

Thoughts are twisted

But there is no way

Down to the snakes, down into the ground

The flames are burning there

But there is no way

It digs deeper into the blind

Thirsts, in search of a dark place

But the quest of the tomb all the way down there

Leads the Daimon somewhere

In twisted torments he sees the flame

It digs deep, but nowhere

Deep and dark was his black hymn

But the link tightened and stopped all the way

By the flame of the sting deep down there

Take the Daimon somewhere

His eyes, like a cave

Fireplace on fire

Immeasurable and dark

His anthem disappeared

In distorted torments

He digs deeper

Like a blind wanderer

Does he not see the light anymore

And he digs

And he…