Jag slipar mitt sv?rd, jag oljar min brynja
Fl?tar mitt sk?gg och tj?rar mitt tryne
Solen sjunker och skyn f?rgas r?d
Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt
Nattulv ska jag rida till kyrkofolkets port
D?rh?n ska jag dra mitt sv?rd, sl? ner var man
M?nen lyser upp mitt m?rka land
Och Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt
Sv?rdet sliter en strupe opp,
I sn?n ligger ?n en kropp.
Nattulv biter ett huvud loss,
Blodet rinner som en fors.
Pr?stdr?pe vid min sida nattulv ska jag rida
och blod skall drickas inatt
[A mighty troll warrior sharpens his sword. He prepares his armour, binds his beard and tars his face. As the sun sets, he rides a giant wolf to the crusaders fortress. He slays the wrong-believers and feasts on their blood.]
[English translation:]
[Blood Night]
I sharpen my sword, I oil my armour
Plait my beard and tar my snout
The sun sets and skies turn red
Blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight
A nightwolf shall I ride into fortress of christians
That far shall I draw my sword, striken down are men
The moon rises upon my blackened land
And blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight
The sword slices throats
Yet in the snow lies corpses
Nightwolf bites the heads off
Blood runs like a rapids
Into priestslaughter with my nightwolf shall I ride
and blood shall flow tonight