[Trollhorn / Katla]
En ensam skugga nu ridit fram
Nu stigit herren av nordens hemliga folk
Han stirrar mot fjllen,
han lyfter sin arm
Drakblod koka i dennes barm
Kung ver folken av troll, hornkrnt str han
Hrskare utav allt ur mrkrets
famn
De samlas ur skogens svarta natt
De vandra frn fjll och sj
Vtte och troll, svartalf och varg
bjrnens ande och havets
m
Vid trolltronens fot nu samlas de
De hopas i skock fr att alla se
Hr samlas troll, oknytt och r
De jubla och fira s gott
de m
Snart hrs ett muller, ett mktigt dn
S varslas dden av Jehovas son
S stiga fram denna hedniska hr
Och Rivfader, hrskaren,
fram de br...
[English translation:]
The Horn Crowned King (Rivfaders Throne)
A lonely shadow now riding
forward
Now revealed is the Lord of the hidden people in the north.
He stares at the mountains, he lifts his arm
Dragon's blood
would boil in his grip
King of the Trolls, horns crowned he stands
Regent of everything in darkness' embrace
They gather from
the black night of the forest
They wander from mountain peaks and snow
Wight and troll, black elf and wolf
The bear's spirit and
the sea's maiden
At the foot of the throne of trolls the now gather
They congregate in masses to see
Here gather trolls,
rugged and raw
They celebrate and hail as loud as they can
Soon a rumble is heard, a majestic roar
So the death of Jehovah's
children is brought on
So treading forward, this pagan throng
And Rivfader, the Regent, they bear ever forward.
