Throughout the icy wilderness, 
battered by hail and wind, 
or burned, incineration plains
the world of death, accursed by God

It's where your soul belongs
I will imprison it
My life will be your curse
I'll set death free

Humanity has waited long
and now it's me uniting hate
that crashes on you as deadly mass
Revenge of the dead 

The time is now for our disgust
Your line will [bad word] perish at last
The earth no longer keeps you here
No grave for inhumane martyr 

It's where your soul belongs
I will imprison it
My life will be your curse
I'll set death free