Buskapen t hyrden

Og svalt smilande i hjel

Beitet fann dei ikkje



Du elsa din neste,

Og t di eiga mor

Tapar i eigen strid

Herre i eigne lenker



Du ser mot sola og frys i hjel

Hakka til blods i gyldne bur

Kvalt i kysk hgsong

Du kyssar handa som drap

Din eigen bror



Vaer du sikker,

Eg snur aldri ryggen mot deg

Vaer du sikker,

Eg skal alltid hna deg



Tenk nye etter

Kva du har skapt

D du ligg der og dyr

Hyr, der ute kor

Latteren vr ljomar

Tenk etter kva

Som ventar deg,

Du eledige dre!



Me lo d Ormgard brann



[English translation:]



[THE HIVE II (STRANGLED BY PURITY)]



The herd ate it's shepherd

And starved to death, smiling

They didn't reach the meadows



You loved your neighbour

And ate your own mother

Losing your own war

Slave in your own chains



You look to the sun

And freeze to death

Torn apart in golden cages

Strangled by purity

Kissing the hand that killed your own brother



Be sure of this

I'll never turn my back to you

Be sure of this

I'll always mock you



Consider what you've created

When you're waiting for death

Listen, out there

Where our laugher is resounding

Think of what's waiting for you

You miserable fool!



We laughed as the hive burned