Перевод: Vreid. Pitch Black бригады.
Slaget er tapt, krigen er forbi Alt er feila, latterleg ideologi Ein einskapleg tanke fra den reinaste ide Alle var me brikker i ein uknuseleg arme
Minister of death Please take my soul Minister of death I'll hang 'em all I hail the discipline which I'm granted Embrace the firm iron grip Stand in
Ein herleg dag da gubben vart vekke Ein grueleg skaping har var Hans kropp er no atter te jord Men herjingane hans held fram med a gro Minna vil bleikna
A pale sky Lack of visibility due to fog A quit humbling sound As the train of war trembles To it's final destination Rain falls As life of men perish
Dei beksvarte stunder aleine I den kaldaste morktid Da v?ta er den einaste venen Og otta er berre mi Da er einsemda stundom vakker Ho gir tankane spelerom
Pitch black attack Alarming sirens fuel the fear Everywhere there's chaos and decay Glass shattering War drums battering Enter the pitch black brigade
Left to blame Left in shame A future laid in ruins Left to blame Left in shame A future left to hate A scapegoat for all sins committed An icon for
Chained to a world of suppression Embraced by the red perfume The wretched stench of humiliation Our own filth consumed Housed in barracks built for
