[Trollhorn / Katla]
Nu rr sig skogen sjlv
Tusen troll gr som en
Inget ljud inte en viskan hrs
Krigssvin ver lven
krs
Snart ska de strida
Yxan mot skyn nu hjs
Panik och rdsla
Nu se kristimn bjs
P trollherrens tryne nu stiga ett
grin
Han hjer sin yxa, han piskar sitt svin
Ansikten vrids till ilska andra vrids till skrck
Nr trollens arm rider fram
I en
storm av blod och trck
S faller man efter man
S viner en vind av blod och lem
Mindre dock av dem troll som skyddar sina
hem
Som av ett under mtes de
Kung av Jehovas folk, de som be
Och trollherrens yxa sjunker nu
Och av ett mktig slag kungen
huggas itu
[English translation:]
The Battle Of Blodslv (River Of Blood)
Now the forest is moving
A thousand
trolls march as one
Not a sound, not a whisper heard
Beasts of war are taken across the river
Soon they will fight
The axe
ready to strike
Panic and fear
Now Christ's men bend
On the Troll Lord's face now a smile
He raises his axe, he drives his
beast forward
Expressions turn to anger, others to fear
The army of Trolls push forward
In a storm of blood and feces
Now
man after man falls
Now a wind of blood and bodies
Few trolls fall, when they are defending their homes
Like a miracle they
met
King of Jehovah's people, they who pray
And the Troll Lord's axe now in one fell swoop
The King severed in half by the mighty
blow.
