Norrut l?ngre fram vi drar, vi skola finna det svarta berget V?rt lovade land riket underjord, riket d?r ingen man satt sin fot Underjorden skall vi f?rbli, st?ndigt vi v?xa i styrka Och p? den sista dagen stiga vi fram f?r att ta igen det som en g?ng var v?rt Ty himmelen f?rblir svart och r?d, ur askan och elden Stiger vi ?n en g?ng fram, vi fr?n de svarta bergen Norrut l?ngre fram vi drar, vi skola finna det svarta berget V?rt lovade land riket underjord, riket d?r ingen man satt sin fot S? f?lj mig till trollkungens tron, kom an kom an med sv?rd i hand h?r frodas ingen felaktig tro, h?r skall inte vitekrist f? n?n ro H?r sitter han p? sin tron... H?r styr han med eld och st?l... [Tells the tale of troll-kin travelling far north to their promised land. Deep under the black northern mountains lies the throne of the ancient troll-king "RivFader". Once united in the troll-kings court they shall surface to do battle against christianity.] [English translation:] [Black Mount] Far northwards we draw We shall find the black mountain Our promised land, underground kingdom Kingdom where no man's laid his foot Underground shall we remain Constantly growing our forces And in the final day we rise To take back what once was ours For skies remain black and red From ashes and flames Yet we rise towards the path We from the black mountains Far northwards we draw We shall find the black mountains Our promised land, kingdom underground Kingdom where no man's laid his foot So follow me to the trollking's throne Come on and on with a sword in hand Here thrives no menacing belief Here shall no christian find any peace Yet here he sits at his throne... Here reigns he with fire and steel...