[Trollhorn / Katla] En ensam skugga nu ridit fram Nu stigit herren av nordens hemliga folk Han stirrar mot fj?llen, han lyfter sin arm Drakblod koka i dennes barm Kung ?ver folken av troll, hornkr?nt st?r han H?rskare utav allt ur m?rkrets famn De samlas ur skogens svarta natt De vandra fr?n fj?ll och sj? V?tte och troll, svartalf och varg bj?rnens ande och havets m? Vid trolltronens fot nu samlas de De hopas i skock f?r att alla se H?r samlas troll, oknytt och r? De jubla och fira s? gott de m? Snart h?rs ett muller, ett m?ktigt d?n S? varslas d?den av Jehovas son S? stiga fram denna hedniska h?r Och Rivfader, h?rskaren, fram de b?r... [English translation:] The Horn Crowned King (Rivfaders Throne) A lonely shadow now riding forward Now revealed is the Lord of the hidden people in the north. He stares at the mountains, he lifts his arm Dragon's blood would boil in his grip King of the Trolls, horns crowned he stands Regent of everything in darkness' embrace They gather from the black night of the forest They wander from mountain peaks and snow Wight and troll, black elf and wolf The bear's spirit and the sea's maiden At the foot of the throne of trolls the now gather They congregate in ma**es to see Here gather trolls, rugged and raw They celebrate and hail as loud as they can Soon a rumble is heard, a majestic roar So the d**h of Jehovah's children is brought on So treading forward, this pagan throng And Rivfader, the Regent, they bear ever forward.