[From "Tribute To MAYHEM: Originators Of The Northern Darkness"] Demonic laughter your cremation Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood A sudden crack as I crushed your skull The remind of your life flashes by A life that soon won't be Smiling with axe in my hand Evil's rotten hand you'll see I come forward Deathcrush I'll send you to your maker I'll send you to your death Death nicely crucified Death, heads on stakes The barbeque has just begun Deathcrush - Deathcrush - Deathcrush Crush - Crush Deathcrush Deathcrush Deathcrush