In the years of grace Under the gods feeble command A holy crusade chased the soil For salvation and incarnation The poor man who didn't believe The poor words of resurrection He who felt the justice of gods hand The same man were killed upon the cross In the course of the years they haunted the shores To convince others doubt But far and away in the shadows Were the creatures No single man had ever seen, but feared lurking It turned out to be their last steps on mother earth As the woods turned dark They gathered for the night A bleak fog glides (so silent) through It was like the whole world just opened up beneath them Every man and woman, children, priests and nuns Were slain by a vehement force It was something so dark you couldn't imagine So dark that you would die just know it It damned them all forever It was the swing of Satan's sword Who devoured their waspish wail Into the rotting forest of Urgehal Through thick fog till death