[music & lyrics: Trollhorn]
Pesten kom frn Sder.
Fr tusen r sen.
Rttor av den falska tron.
Lik och dd.
Med
sjlar s svarta.
Som nattlig sky.
Vi jagar dem horta.
Varje gng.
Vi strider till gryning.
Nr varje troll har
stupat.
Mnniskopesten.
Har ej plats hr.
Marken frgas rd.
Av kristna drgg.
Lt blodbadet brja: D,
MNNISKOPESTEN!
Med blod och eld.
r vi dpta.
Is och jrn.
Skapade vr vagga.
Vi rider med ulver.
Mot kampen
igen.
Mnniskokoktt.
Det smakar mest.
Marken frgas rd.
Av kristna drg.
Lt blodbadet brja: D, MNNISKOPESTEN!
Med
blod och eld.
Vi hugger ner dem.
Blixtrande blad.
Slcker sin trst.
Mnniskopesten...
Har ej plats
hr.Mnniskopesten...
Ska slitas isr.
[English translation:]
[Wind Journey / The Plague Of Mankind]
The Plague came
from the south
A thousand years ago
Rats of false gods
Corpses and death
With souls as black
As the night sky
We
chase them away
Every time
We fight till sunrise
When every troll has fallen
The Plague of Mankind
Has no place
here
The ground is colored red
By Christian swine
Let the bloodbath begin: DIE, PLAGUE OF MANKIND!
With blood and
fire
We were baptized
Ice and iron
Created our cradle
We ride with wolves
To the fight again
Human flesh
Tastes the
best
The ground is colored red
By Christian swine
Let the bloodbath begin: DIE, PLAGUE OF MANKIND!
With blood and
fire
We cut them down
Flashing blade
Quenching its thirst
The plague of Mankind
Has no place here
The plague of
Mankind
Will be torn apart
