Mrdaren han bodde i ett torp
Lynnet mrk som fjdrar av korp
Butter och ensam med mord i sinnet
Ett dussin drp, han njt av minnet
Mord i minnet
Han vaktar, han spejar fr sina lamm
Hatets ande i honom stigit fram
Vid vgars kant, vid stigars fra
Fylld av slakten, trstig att sra
Under ovder blott han sl nu till
Nr allting r stngt, han ta vill
D fngar han mngens nra och kra
Deras ktt till den mrkes ra, frtra!
Sina verktyg han putsat vl
Med dessa han sticker ihjl
Torka, vira, slita, riva
Han kan sin konst, han grina
Mord i minnet
Hans ben snart brinna i eldars hav
Hans straff, han veta, en hetaste grav
Dr han plgas underjord
Fr sina dd, fr minnen av mord
English :
Memories Of Murder
The murderer, he lived in a croft
His mentality dark as feathers of a crow
Dour and alone with murder in his heart
A dozen slaughters, he enjoyed of the memory
Murder in mind
He guards, he spies on his lambs
The spirit of hatred grows in him
On the sides of roads, at the trenches of paths
Filled with massacre, thisrty to hurt
He strikes only during a storm
When everything is done, he will eat
There he catches the close and dear ones of many
Their flesh for the glory of the dark, devoured!
He cleaned his tools well
With them hangs them up
Dry, wind, tear, grate
He knows his tricks, he grins
Murder in mind
His leg shortly burns in the sea of flames
His penalty, he knows, the hottest tomb
There he is cursed under the ground
For his deeds, for memories of murder
