Hvite Krists Død

Forever we remember the brave who lived under our horde's hammer
Forever is the war against those of the light, until they
face death's face, death's cold
Winds of cold shall come to freeze Christian blood

Our crusade has begun and every step is a stake through white
Christ's heart

We burn God's children at the stake
We burn God's house
Darkness of time shall cover the sun
The pearly gates shall be shattered

And every thorn in his skull, every nail
in his body gives life to new
Souls born under death's mighty throne

We march our death march to the land of death with the endless plains
When the crusaders dangle and white Christ's spirit is dead
When the moon shines pale and lonely, the sound of a death march shall climb
the mighty mountains of the north

Gone are those of God's earth, behind a dark cloud the moon so raw and cold
Sung is the last note of a funeral song.