Slakt - Tsjuder

Slakt!

Slakt!

Slakt!

Alle kristenjævlers liv!

Regnet pisker, vinden uler

I en storm fra Nord

Som en mektig horde

Steg den ut av skogen

Slakt!

Slakt!

Slakt!

Alle kristenjævlers liv!

For å drepe, for å slakte

Alle krisetenjævlers liv

For å legge denne verden i grus

For atter å vende tilbake

Regnet pisker, vinden uler

Over alle lik

Som her engang levde lykkelig

Men nå er slaktet ned

Solen slukker, månen skinner blekt

Over denne verden

Der ingen kristensvin har liv

Bare mørkets horde

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

The lives of all Christian bastards!

The rain whips, the wind howls

In a storm from the North

Like a mighty horde

Step it out of the woods

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

The lives of all Christian bastards!

To kill, to slaughter

The lives of all crisis bastards

To put this world to pieces

To return again

The rain whips, the wind howls

Over all corpses

Who here once lived happily

But now it has been slaughtered

The sun goes out, the moon shines pale

Over this world

Where no Christian pig has life

Just the horde of darkness