[Vulture's Death]
Black blood the moon now drowns
Black statue from the depths rises
Warpainting stinking on the face
From cave's dim comes great death
Time to rise, time to kill
Through the night we march
Blood of the raven, Christian belief
Vulture of white christ
Time to tear, time to rip
Feed brother worm
End the lives of the heaven's pest
Vulture of christianity's threat
Rust and flame now cities devour
A machine of stone
and flesh
Thousand of trolls now march
Blood drips coloring red...
Lyrics: Asfågelns död, Finntroll [end]
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