Scream of down like smoke, guess why I had to Fight till all my earth is at last free Pain and laugh are ripping victory... See dead bodies laying on this field: They don't may stand up awful they are killed... Punishment from Odens hall is done I made it, revenger, my Lords son! Heil the ghost of bloody face-dont cry! My mission of defend was blind And simply very cruel as you see I wish you'll never come to me! Big white bones like deadly empty shells Rolling down to hell that;s for them place Pished there on as well by my own hand In the name of god defended land!