Stockholm cries The blood flows as the bells chime Shining bright, the blade is drenched and dull (A night so cold) The ground begins to flood Our pain is all in vain Look up the sky, it's crying Breathe out now, breathe in Hate, hate Their head on a plate, plate Break him down, he breaks, breaks Red eyes calling me from beyond the grave! Crave, crave Your heart, china made, made Heads roll the down the grave, grave Six feet down and you will be underground! Our death approaches, stretch your neck, it's time Your last moment is near, no help in sight You shall face the eyes of the wicked (off with their heads) Moon shines bright, blood night Kill all preachers! (off with their heads) ♪ Time is up, the blade is calling your name You give up, no final words to say (You promised) 'Til death will do us apart Breathe in now, breathe out The crowd is screaming, no more redemption Next one to the block It's time to feed the crows The bells have tolled Your time has come The crowd wants blood Their heads will roll Our death approaches, stretch your neck, it's time Your last moment is near, no help in sight! You shall face the eyes of the wicked Moon shines bright, blood night Kill all preachers Blod lyster rött (denna natt) Nu nalkas eder död Blod lyster rött (denna natt) Nu nalkas eder död