My hymn was already in the grave, already cold;
Then it felt blood: it looks from under the ground
And like a wraith rises blood hungry
And it demands blood, demands blood, demands blood.

Yes! revenge, revenge, revenge on the enemy
With God – and even in spite of God!

And the song says I'll go tonight
I must bite my compatriots,
In who's soul I'll sink my fangs,
One like me must become a wraith.

Yes! revenge, revenge, revenge on the enemy
With God – and even in spite of God!

Then we'll go, we'll drink the enemies blood!
We'll cut his body with an ax,
Feet and Hands we'll nail down!
For him to unlike us not be a wraith!

We must go to hell with his soul,
We'll sit on his soul all together,
Until we suck out its immortality,
As long as it feels, we'll bite!

Yes! revenge, revenge, revenge on the enemy
With God – and even in spite of God!