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