[Vulture's Death]

Black blood the moon now drowns
Black statue from the depths rises
Warpainting stinking on the face
From cave's [bad word] great death

Time to rise, time to kill
Through the night we march
Blood of the raven, Christian belief
Vulture of white christ

Time to tear, time to rip
Feed brother worm
End the lives of the heaven's pest
Vulture of christianity's threat [bad word] and flame now cities devour
machine of stone
and flesh
Thousand of trolls now march
Blood drips coloring red...
Lyrics: Asfågelns död, Finntroll [end]