[Music: Tundra / Trollhorn, Lyrics: Wilska]
Jag hrde en sng frn djupet.
Under vgen, vgen s hga.
Blset grtar som en
kvinna
med en dd barn p hennes rygg.
P hennes rygg!
Sjvttan ger ingen bot.
Sjunger han med kalla
vindar.
Mnniskofolk flyr som lammar.
Frn sjfolkets lot.
Dda havet!
Vgor som blod!
D hjlper dig ingen gud.
Dda
havet!
Vgor som blod.
I natt far vi ut.
Vi stiger fram i natt...
Sjunga urgamla visor!
Rda mot, mot din
strand.
Plundra dina byar.
Sjvttan ger ingen bot.
Sjunger han med kalla vindar.
Mnniskofolk flyr som lammar.
Frn
sjfolkets hot.
Dda havet!
Vgor som blod!
D hjlper dig ingen gud.
Dda havet!
Vgor som blod.
I natt far vi
ut.
Fiskarens Fiende!
[English translation:]
Fisherman's Enemy
I heard a song from the deep
Under the
waves, the high waves
The wind crying like an old woman
With a dead child on her back
On her back!
The sea monster
shows no remorse
He sings he with cold winds
Tribes of man flee like lambs
From the sea-people's threat
Dead sea!
Waves
like blood!
Then no God will help you
Dead sea!
Waves like blood!
Tonight we depart
We tread forth in night
Singing
ancient hymns
Approach your beach
Pillage your villages
The sea monster shows no remorse
He sings he with cold
winds
Tribes of man flee like lambs
From the sea-people's threat
Fisherman's Enemy!