Tekst:
Dimmu Borgir Abrahadabra

Through moors and mists of deception The uninitiated are conjoined Illusive bliss feeds obsession A feeble orientation is provoked Is provoked Inflammatory

Old dreams return Disillusioned, I yearn Am I buried beneath sand and clay? The caress of cold soil With limbs crippled to the coil Locked inside a nightmare

The core principle of freedom Is the only notion to obey The formula of evolution of sin Leading the way The rebirth is the year of completion As we

[Foreign Content] Shedding the old skin Procreating new sin Incubation and isolation A new storm is brewing Ritualist Shedding the old skin Ritualist

those who are left in the game Invocation in the name of our flame Dimmu Borgir! The deviants seek but one place Dimmu Borgir! Forward onward march