Woorden:
Dimmu Borgir

Through moors and mists of deception The uninitiated are conjoined Illusive bliss feeds obsession A feeble orientation is provoked Is provoked Inflammatory

Cuddled through a cold womb he was Pitch black and without sunshine rays Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil A noble grief stirred heart

In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity With honour I bear the mark of Satan Triumphant beast in heavenly defeat Disguised in gloom, I wear the

Uren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke Uten hemning i ukjent ekstase Ei ett tilbrlig nske om avle avkom for Gud Frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret I kjdelig

Infected by invalid behavior While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction Confess to slavery for the world savior Give praise and inhale the corruption

Man and his faithful ethics Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate

Kom unge bror Skjenk oss din rene ungdom Legg ditt liv i vare hender Kjemp var krig med oss La vare sorger formorke ditt sinn La din sjel slites Fol natten

Welcome to the abandoned land Come on in, child, take my hand There is no work or play Only one bill to pay There's just five words to say As you go

Min sjel den glodet Og mitt sinn det lengtet Etter a fa fatt i en kristen faen I det kalde morket jeg ventet med vinden Det ulte som besatt av fanden