Buskapen åt hyrden Og svalt smilande i hjel Beitet fann dei ikkje
Du elsa din neste, Og åt 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 høgsong Du kyssar handa som drap Din eigen bror
Vaer du sikker, Eg snur aldri ryggen mot deg Vaer du sikker, Eg skal alltid håna deg
Tenk nøye etter Kva du har skapt Då du ligg der og døyr Høyr, der ute kor Latteren vår ljomar Tenk etter kva Som ventar deg, Du eledige dåre!
Me lo då 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!