Bury The Lamb Of Christ

The call for war

Hear the pure sound of the horns

Voices, bright and clear,

Loud and warm

They call for a battle

Against christianity

They call for a fight

For your gods

Father Odhinn,

Hold your hands right over me

Send me your ravens

Guard my soul

Black Messiah - that's what I call you

Christianity - the darkness for us all

The sign of the cross - symbol of the damned

Let me be free - for my fate I'm proud to die

The retaliation

Of the Northmen will fulfill

The grand vision

I have had

By the old oak

A bloodoath I gave

To bury the lambs

Of christ

So let the horns call

For the final war

Until the end

I will fight