Med skrik och skrn som tusen korpars rop.
Vi sliter oss fram ut ur berg och grop
Klor vassa som svrd, kftar lik
ulvens
Fram kommer vttar, smaka vr eld
Vi dricka ert blod, vr livets saft
S mycket av det, vi inte p rtusenden haft
Blod
och lik nordens kanter randa
Vi r hr, Vi r hr. VTTEANDA
gon lysa bland skuggor, nbb och klo
Ktt skall slitas fr okristen
tro
Oftt barn och havande kvinna
de smaka bst i nattens
dimma
RIV,BRDER,RIV!
RIV,BRDER,RIV!
RIV,BRDER,RIV!
[Goblins awaken from the bowels of the earth and destroy the
villages and cities of the north. Feasting on humans for the first time in thousand years, they prefer the unborn and their carrying
mothers. The bodies are piled along the boundaries of the northern lands.]
[English translation:]
[Gnome Spirit]
With
screams and howls thousand ravens call
We blaze our trail out from the mountain and holes
Claws like swords, jaws of
wolves
Towards come gnomes, tasting our flames
We drink your blood, our life sap
For the first time in a millenium
Blood
and corpses mark the boundaries
We are here, we are here. GNOME SPIRIT
Eyes shine amongs the forest, beak and jaw
Flesh shall
be torn for the unhallowed throne
Stillborn childs and carrying mothers
They taste the best in the mist of the
night
TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!
TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!
TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!
