Myrding
My weak cry sounding deep down from below 
sound of another world, so fragile 
I’m telling a story of a destiny 
So devastating, my soul can not rest 
Murdered by the womb in cold blood 
Shame forcing the mind and the will 
crime above all crimes 
Never baptized, nor nursed 

My vengeance will strike hard 
All sinners must pay the price 
Blood of their own blood 
Mother descending down to [bad word] 

Please give me a name 
Please give me my peace 
Bury my body 
Deep down in the dark soil to rest 

Unwanted, left alone 
Starving, rotting, screaming 
Until the [bad word] 
Leaving the flesh 
Where´s the drink of life 
Help me to find the well 
Blood from the core 
Lifeblood turns to death 

Please give me a name 
Please give me my peace 
Bury my body 
Deep down in the dark soil to rest 

Say my name 
Please save my soul 
Bury me 
In the dark soil to rest