Her caress is cold as winter,
Her heart shelters no love,
Her body offers no warmth,
And her embrace no salvation

Her voice of great pain
Summons me into my ear with unholy impatience

I am my own holocaust,
Separated from the love of God..

Everyday is the day of the dead,
Sickened by the sight of the living

Invoker of the freezing winds,
Ruler of great loss,
Eliminate all with sins!

All holy things tremble,
Joined in sin against God

Fire has filled the darkened skies,
Innocent blood has tainted our hands,
The land lies raped and ruined beneath us

Your faith torn apart by chaos,
A field of destruction and war,
Prepare for the perpetual night

There's no cause for life anymore...
But a proper burial

All of natures wounds upon you reflected in an eye,
Dismissed your fate!

I am Eliza the Witch, mistress of the Devil,
I cure you people of this village,
You who put faith in God

Tunget av en evig skumring,
Her råder ingen natt og dag,
Hverken glede eller sorg,
Kun et ensomt nederlag

Krigsatte faner, bærer dyrets tegn,
Krigsatte faner, med det omvendte kors

Sønn av skumrings-stunden,
Stig til jorden,
Du som bærer dyrets tegn!

Du sønn av kaos og nattemørket,
La dine klør flærre kristi kjøtt!

Stig til jorden du sønn av hatet,
Du som kalles antikrist

Hill Norge - Nordmenns rike!
Hill Norge - Satan's Horde