Motpol
Opposite
Motpol
Uforsonlig
Utbrent forvridd
Soenderreven
Timesvis av blod
ved Doedens doer
Opposite
Irreconcilable
Burnt out distorted
Torn apart
Hours of blood
At Death's Door
Du skal faa maale din styrke mot Dyrets
livsbespottende hylende vind
En avslutning skrevet i Dypet om natten
Gi oss idag vaar daglige Doed
You will get to measure your streangth against the Beast's
life-blasphemous howling wind
An ending written in the Deep in the night
Give us this day our daily Death
Etterlatt og forpint
Svartmalt grav
Ormeblod i harnisk
Flammehav
Abandoned and anguished
A grave painted black
Snake's blood flaring up
A sea of flames
September Omsider
September At Last
Ilden i mitt blikk
eter deg hel
Livnaert paa hat
forfoert av tortur
Tilgi aldri
mitt voldelige hjerte
The fire in my gaze
eats you whole
Nourished by hatred
seduced by torture
Never forgive
my violent heart
Min stinkende haand
Lemlestet aand
Obskur positur
Skulptur i natur
Bedervet i slo
Stenket av blod og brustne haap
My stinking hand
Molested spirit
Dark pose
Scultpture in nature
Spoilt in guts
Stained with blood and failed hope
Jeg risser min rune i skoddeskog
September omsider
I carve my rune in a foggy forest
September at last
Tilfrosne vann
vindharde fjell
Legemliggjort
i bekmoerket
i de seine
nattestimer
Bjoergvins svarte eik
Frozen water
Mountains hardened by wind
Embodied
in pitch dark
in the late
hours of the night
the black oak of Bjørgvin
Skarp ressurs
Knus din neste
Sykne hen
mot kaos og forfall
Oedegaard
Naar sjelens smertehelvete
syder over av drapsinstinkt
Sharp resource
Crush your neighbour
Sicken away
towards chaos and decay
Desolate farm
When the soul's hell of pain
boils over with killer instinct
Livshater
Misfoster
Folkefiende
Life-hater
Freak
Enemy of the people
Kunstvold
Drapskaat
Naadestoet
Artistic violence
Murderlust
Deathblow
Raattent
stinkende
tankegods
Rotting
stinking
conceptions
Stien
ingen
snur fra
The path
no one
leaves
Velg Bort Livet
Choose Death
Det var svart det var natt
En blodsoet skygge ut fra veggen
Naalys fugl paa gresstak
taler livet baklengs naar det kveldes
og det blaaser til storm
It was black outside, it was night
A blood-sweet shadow out from the wall
Death-predicting light, a bird on a grassy roof
speaks life backwards when night is falling
and a storm is blowing
Et skittent under
Kald sterk sannhet
uten sol
Foredlet smerterus og kroppslig svinn
Djevelen paa tunet ville gjerne inn
A filthy wonder
Cold, strong truth
without sun
A refined pain-buzz and bodily wasting
The Devil would love to come into the yard
Kullkastet
Vissen
Hinsides
liksvekk
Thrown head over heals
Withered
Beyond
corpse rickets
Velg bort livet
Evig kulde
Evig intet
Choose death
Eternal cold
Eternal nothing
Et siste sukk av lettelse
for aa slippe aa leve mer
Endelig ut av livets reim
No skal ein gut faa koma heim
bloedende
A last sigh of relief
not to have to live any more
Finally out of the bonds of life
Now a boy can come home
bleeding