Mylder - Kampfar

Helvete!

I forbannede!

Helvete!

I som er beredt

Helvete!

Djevelen og hans engler

Helvete!

En manifestering av hat

I et fravær av lys

Vik fra meg

I forbannede!

En ny æra reiser seg

Kravlende krypende frem

En fryd av et seirende mylder

Bølger fortryllende frem

Der hvor lyset før stod fram

Myldrer pestens sorte skade

Der i dødens sorte makt

Brenner pestens mørke hale

Gjennom daudens dunkle hall

Åpner helvete sin favn

Ifra seierens søte stank

Reiser helvete sin fane

Hell!

You cursed!

Hell!

In which is prepared

Hell!

The devil and his angels

Hell!

A manifestation of hatred

In the absence of light

Get away from me

You cursed!

A new era is rising

Crawling crawling forward

A joy of a triumphant throng

Waves enchanting forth

Where the light used to stand out

Swarms the black damage of the plague

There in the black power of death

Burns the dark tail of the plague

Through the dark hall of death

Opens hell's embrace

From the sweet stench of victory

Raises hell's banner