Kolga rotfast tand...
som trdet i grund och stenig mark.
-Trolltand...
Gammal, klok, urbergets vn...
vriden som
martall p vindpinad hll.
Skyr solen om dagen, flyr mnniskors...
Ett brakande dn brcker Kolgas smn.
-Vadan detta skrn? som
en trn i min stll,
vem r den niding som gckar min smn?
Skyr solen om dagen, flyr mnniskors...
I blint raseri med dunder
och brak,
banar sig Kolga fram...
med ett vredesvrl mot murar av sten,
som krossas i hans hand...
River och sliter, tuggar
och biter
dammet yr i hans vildsinta dans...
folk och f flyr snabbt sin vg,
bort frn trollets brakande kaos...
Klocka av
guld mot himlen for,
krossandes tornet p vgen ner.
-slut p skrnet och det frdmda brlet.
den tar jag hem, dr kokar snart
let...
[Translate to English:]
Charcoal-Eye, root-deep tooth...
Like a tree on shallow and stony
ground.
--Troll-Tooth...
Ancient, wise, friend of the mountain...
Twisted like the pine on weathered rock.
Shuns the
sunlight in the day, flees the lands of men...
A roaring rumble shatters Charcoal-Eye's sleep.
--Whence this holler? Like a
thorn in my soul.
who is this evil-doer that frustrates my slumber?
Shuns the sunlight in the day, flees the lands of
men...
In blind fury, crashing along,
Charcoal-Eye charges forth...
With a roar of wrath against walls of stone, that break
in his hand...
He rips and tears, he chews and bites,
the dust whirling with his savage dance...
Man and beast flee in
haste,
away from the troll's raving madness...
The golden bell went to the sky,
crushing the tower on its way
down.
--That's the end of that holler and damned roaring.
I'll take this home with me, where soon the ale will be
brewing...
