Vredesbyrd (Inglês)

Vredesbyrd (Inglês)
Wrath Birth
Rise it up
Let us oppose
The thought from our land
And cultivate
In a cursed ground
A sorrowful lineage
For so and weigh down
They bottom-hearted careless
Who have confidence 'til
That soul bread

For that belief you possess
Is nothing else than disgust and pride
And your need after knowledge
Is an overflood of scorn and deascration
Grief to my heart is not thirst
After heavenly body
Not is that failing search after angel might
It is fiery and that burning
It is merely that what you
Dishounor for that
Take part in the possesing shadow
Delight your soul with sinners under
From where are surely you
When lamp put out
But dead appaear not
With our bidding
Throughly sound from that splendid inheritance
Want it endly ruin
[repeat 1st, 2nd and 4rd verse]
Bring doom over others about your own head
There you conceal your shame in praise song
So shall you have tasted fruits
Of your own decease
As a flock of hellish origin
And administrator of despicable son
We match your disgusting splendour
With demonstration of our heavy birth
Lie your mind in absence of breath
Shamefare backwards without might

[repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse]