[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