Ikke vær så alvorlig

In the cold and frosty waste, far north of Norway (lengst nord i Norge)
Santa's elves outdo all Vikings in playing speed and sheer brutality
Put to shame by fucking elves
Is it Santa or Satan?
Far be it from me to try to figure out from whence comes your sense of superiority
With your mashup of the pantheons
Satan and Odin are one
The Father is His opposite?
Pardon me, but it doesn't make sense
Your völkisch bullshit is betrayed by the fact that y'all don't fucking care about your own
Corpse paint brings power!
The power to take pictures when you find the suicide of some alleged friend
If it's so fucking metal, you should have done it first!
Corpse paint brings power!
The power to burn churches
And to be a douchebag and get murdered on the stairs
By one you tried to mentor, and now the kids all think he's great
When you use lipstick and makeup remover on a regular basis, how much of a badass can you be?
In a world tuned down to F#, you're grinding high, octaves away.
Crank the treble!
Spit out screeches, use keyboards, go on all day
I doubt the dark forest appreciates all this racket
With the coming of Ragnarök
Or is it Germanic Armageddon?
A whole lot of nothing shall pass, like Y2K
Satan says learn to fucking laugh at yourselves
(Ikke vær så alvorlig. Le av deg selv.)