Текст песне
Dimmu Borgir Death Cult Armageddon

of mine Satan My Master I cut into my rotten flesh your signs Satan My Master Remember me when judgement day is near Satan My Master Take my hand when Armageddon

the entire human race Not permitted to redemption When pain rises high in purgatory A reality so convincingly justified Feeding from Death Cult's

depravity is at our disposal As the perfect tool to destroy mankind The worst kind of them all Modern times' ignorance, the world disease Appeal to death

Vren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke Vten hemning i ukjent ekstase Ei ett tilborlig onske om a avle avkom for Gud Frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret

the entire human race Not permitted to redemption When pain rises high in purgatory A reality so convincingly justified Feeding from Death Cult's

Devoted to your own opiate In escapades from discontentment Are you shutting off from the outside world To reflect on your mind shallow gutter? For

! The commotion breeding the perverse For bloodbath is on your doorstep A mass impending threat The perfection of religion Becoming our death Do

of mine Satan My Master I cut into my rotten flesh your signs Satan My Master Remember me when judgement day is near Satan My Master Take my hand when Armageddon

The memories far beyond the reckoning Have begun to lurk in the distance Like visual objects dearly known The grace of devils hands As they walk