| Demise | |
| Behold the truth of our demise. | |
| Out of ruin we ll arise. | |
| We ll rise from darkness, | |
| from burden - to light with joy. | |
| Oh beautiful valiant, take us from night, | |
| from dark the mighty king | |
| - unfolds as light. | |
| Malevolent death toll, oh so sweet sounding. | |
| Demise | |
| We sing in our despair, | |
| for hope, then rot in peace. | |
| Embalmed with rosescented fumes. | |
| As the shades of evening draws | |
| the trees calmly whistles... | |
| unending reprisal of hope, of hope | |
| Farvel nikker blomstene, | |
| mildt hvisker vinden. | |
| Soulbells play in gardens of stone. | |
| Everlasting monuments, petrified by grief. | |
| The remains of loved ones, | |
| now withering into dust and soil. | |
| Again turning the wheel of life, | |
| from dust man arise to dust man | |
| become. |