Under a sulfurous firmament
And bloodthirsty the dead soil 'neath our feet
The leaden clouds a hundred jaws
Snatching, mewling and drooling guts

Quivering comes the welkin pale
With bloodcurdling wails
Of the woebegone and broken
The bloodless cries of ghostly shades
Dinning with rage
As they loom against the horizon

Side by side they appear
Crippled and depraved
Yet still so intimate and dear
Wroth and grim
Yet still so full of fear

Father, mother, daughter, son
Blood of my blood
Heart of my heart
Have we not been one?
By grace now to be torn apart

As the carnix roared twice and once more
The sorrow hosts rage
In wailing and gnashing of teeth
As the lines clash
Face to face
With the malicious fiend
On the empty battleground, all alone

Side by side they appear crippled and depraved
And shaking with fear

Father, mother, daughter, son
Blood of my blood
Heart of my heart
Have we not been one?
By grace now to be torn apart

Vissupe attepisas
Ancus eðði
Trātu in medíei sīrobivotūtos

Father, mother, daughter, son
Blood of my blood
Heart of my heart
Have we not been one?
By grace now to be torn apart

Vissupe attepisas
Ancus eðði
Trātu in medíei sīrobivotūtos

Ancus eðði trātu in medíei
I am all
I am one
I am none
I am gone
I am born
I am torn
I'm forlorn
I am reborn