Start up the first crusade Against a collective consciousness Prepare a sword for the innocent heads Feel no regret and give yourself up in the end To immortalize the twenty second of July
He is a Norwegian crusader
His garments are deceptive Sedative voice and friendly eyes He leaves no captives Walks yard by yard to realize Defilement of perception Spreading far and wide To reorganize the foundation of life
Island of the dead becomes a point of no return Mourning for the healthy world that now has gone
Inevitable darkness, uncontrolled actions Nothing can stop the quick-spreading contamination Dive into the wicked hive
Disintegration has begun
Chorus:
I can’t believe in your losing tap, there's no feedback I’ll bring a new kind of fear to the land of peace. Now praise the end.
There’s my try to you, now I go. To rest and live in a harmless world