Ont blod - Mörk Gryning

Ont blod l¤mnad av m¶rkrets dr¤pelse

I ett Sodom av blodbadens utgjutelse

Kvarlevor av urminnes tid

Anornas andar ¤r enda som tillst¤des

Eder goda sj¤l skall spetsas

F¶r vi ¤ro ob¶nh¶rliga

Vi skall f¶rklena ert f¶rsvar

Ґter igen h¤rskar m¶rkrets allians

VҐr makt och tro, lҐt det evigt bestҐ

K¤nn dominans av isande skr¤ck

M¶rkrets klor bem¤ktigar din sj¤l

BeskҐda ljusets f¶rfall

H¤nryckta i stridens hetta

Med hatet som sj¤lskraft

Vi sm¤dar er svaga tro av l¶gn

Denna k¤nsla av fruktan bestҐr

Evil blood left by the killing of darkness

In a Sodom of the shedding of bloodshed

Remnants of time immemorial

The spirits of the ancestors are the only ones present

Your good souls will be sharpened

Because we are inexorable

We will simplify your defense

Once again, the alliance of darkness reigns

Our power and our faith, let it endure forever

Feel the dominance of icy fear

The claws of darkness empower your soul

Protect the decay of light

Tucked away in the heat of battle

With hatred as soul power

We insult your weak beliefs of lies

This feeling of fear persists