[Tundra, Trollhorn / Katla]
Blodet sk?ljer ?n en g?ng
Skogens mossor och kala berg
Kom alla h?r min s?ng
Vi tar deras liv ?n en g?ng
Se forna tiders eld, besk?da dess prakt
Dra ihop till dans i urgyttjans takt
Kom t?m ditt stop med trollkrigars heder
Gammelfar nu dryckoslaget leder
S?gtandat spjut och kniven s? skarp
Kristm?n nu falla vi ta deras skalp
Omh?ndertagen av forna minnens v?v
Krigsruset samlas ditt stop i k?ften h?v
S? vakna anden ny ilska alla f?r
Med spjut och sv?rd vi p? krigsstigen g?r
H?j era stop f?r fiendens d?d
Krigsrus nu v?ckas med s?tat mj?d
Vid m?nens sken vi dem tar
S? vi renar v?r skog
Tills ingen kristen finns kvar
Tills ingen kristen finns kvar
[English translation:]
War Mead
The blood washes once again
The forest's mosses and barren mountains
Come all, here my song
We will take their lives once more!
See the fires of forgotten times, behold their magnificence
Have everyone dance in the ancient mud's pace
Come empty your tankard with Troll warrior's honor.
Grandfather leads the drinking binge
Barbed spear and knife so sharp
Christ's men now fall, we take their scalps
Taken care of by ancient memories' web
The thrill of war thickens in your tankard, heave it down
So awaken the spirit, newfound fury for all
With spear and sword we walk the path of war
Make a toast for the d**h of our enemies
The thrill of war now awakened by sugared mead
In the moonshine we will take them
So we cleanse our forest
Until no Christian is left
Until no Christian is left