Woorden:
Urgehal Arma Christi

: The coffins are closed When the daylight shines On the freezing stones Of this castle The coffins lie deep Into the Crypts Of it's darkest halls

evil is won And the pain the pain of watching the daylight is gone Black is the path to the cemetery Where we feast on the christs in infernal blasphemy

: In this rotting forest In this eternal darkness Where we see, hear and feel See the naked bodies Hear the moaning voice Feel the cold breath

: Regnet fosset ned Fra sorte og endeloese skyer En jaevelsk himmel Voktet denne natt Satan la dommedag komme Jeg har v?rte deg tro Levd i synd

evil is won And the pain the pain of watching the daylight is gone Black is the path to the cemetery Where we feast on the christs in infernal blasphemy

as I kiss the true cross of blasphemy Fallen angel, Satan, arise like the infernal king Thou are ascend thy throne upon the crest of christian corpses

Regnet fosset ned Fra sorte og endeloese skyer En jaevelsk himmel Voktet denne natt Satan la dommedag komme Jeg har v?rte deg tro Levd i synd

In this rotting forest In this eternal darkness Where we see, hear and feel See the naked bodies Hear the moaning voice Feel the cold breath Three