Sjelestjeler - Mortem

Ett hugg, et stikk en siste rall

Der lyset for alltid slukkes

En gryende frykt for galgens fall

I myr et drap fordekkes

Et slep og trek til grunt ett vann

Der loddesteinen senkes

Fast og hard kold en hand

En gjerning kan fornektes

Morgenen galer hanen med rykte

Atter tiet nattens lys

Blodstenkt grunn det verste a frykte

Mørket kvelt nok en sjel

I stank av grådig hevnlyst sinne

Sjelestjeler er vårt navn

I volder der kun for minne

For sjelestjeler er vårt navn

One stab, one stab a last rall

Where the light goes out forever

A nascent fear of the fall of the gallows

In the bog a murder is disguised

A tow and trek to shallow one water

The solder is lowered

Firm and hard cold one hand

An act can be denied

In the morning the rooster crows with rumor

Again the light of night fell silent

Bloodthirsty reason the worst to fear

The darkness suffocated another soul

In a stench of greedy vengeful anger

Soul Stealers is our name

You cause there only for memory

For soul thieves is our name