Stockholm cries
The blood flows as the bells chime
Shining bright, the blade is drenched and dull
(A night so cold)
The ground begins to flood
Our pain is all in vain
Look up the sky, it's crying
Breathe out now, breathe in
Hate, hate
Their head on a plate, plate
Break him down, he breaks, breaks
Red eyes calling me from beyond the grave!
Crave, crave
Your heart, china made, made
Heads roll the down the grave, grave
Six feet down and you will be underground!
Our death approaches, stretch your neck, it's time
Your last moment is near, no help in sight
You shall face the eyes of the wicked (off with their heads)
Moon shines bright, blood night
Kill all preachers! (off with their heads)
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Time is up, the blade is calling your name
You give up, no final words to say
(You promised)
'Til death will do us apart
Breathe in now, breathe out
The crowd is screaming, no more redemption
Next one to the block
It's time to feed the crows
The bells have tolled
Your time has come
The crowd wants blood
Their heads will roll
Our death approaches, stretch your neck, it's time
Your last moment is near, no help in sight!
You shall face the eyes of the wicked
Moon shines bright, blood night
Kill all preachers
Blod lyster rött (denna natt)
Nu nalkas eder död
Blod lyster rött (denna natt)
Nu nalkas eder död