: Her caress is cold as winter, Her heart shelters no love, Her body offers no warmth, And her embrace no salvation... Her voice of great pain Summons
: There's no cause for life anymore... But a proper burial... All of natures wounds upon you reflected in an eye, Dismissed your fate!
: I am Eliza the Witch, mistress of the Devil, I cure you people of this village, You who put faith in God...
: Sonn av skumrings stunden, Stig til jorden, Du som baerer dyrets tegn! Du sonn av kaos og nattemorket, La dine klor fl?rre kristi kjott! Stig til
: Fire has filled the darkened skies, Innocent blood has tainted our hands, The land lies raped and ruined beneath us... Your faith torn apart by chaos
: I am my own holocaust, Separated from the love of God.. Everyday is the day of the dead, Sickened by the sight of the living...
: Invoker of the freezing winds, Ruler of great loss, Eliminate all with sins! All holy things tremble, Joined in sin against God...
: Tunget av en evig skumring Her rader ingen natt og dag Hverken glede eller sorg Kun et ensomt Nederlag... Krigsatte faner, baerer dyrets tegn Krigsatte