Ein jotne skrik i lengsel Aesar druknar i banes?r I sterke armar veks Gangar full av r?te Fjella let seg ikkje Lenger l?fte Berre trellen eig Sin eigen fridom N?r kongar fylgjer Kristenmanns lov Kven skal bera fram s?lvet Kven skal vakta bogen Kven skal d?me rett N?r hjarta er av kol Skinnlaus ormyngel Kven vil vel kome til Slik ei verd Dei storme menn drep Sitt avkom med sl?ve sverd La dei angre, la dei lide Men tr?yst dei ikkje Gje dei aldri handa, La dei aldri sj? auget Tannlaust kj?terpakk Kven vil vel h?yre p? slike ord Kvite krist drep si eiga mor La dei fryse, la dei svelte Men tr?yst dei ikkje Om dei f? orkar turnen, Skal me byggja muren Om dei f? orkar turen, Skal me byggja muren Om dei f? orkar turen Skal me byggja muren [English translation:] [THE HIVE] A troll screams with longing Gods drown in fatal wounds Tunnels of rot grows inside Strong arms The mountains will no longer be moved Only the slave owns his own freedom When kings follow the laws of christened men Who will carry forth the silver Who will guard the bow Who will judge fairly With hearts of coal Worm with no skin Who would want to Enter such a world The great men k** their children with blunt swords Let them regret Let them suffer But give them no comfort Never give them your hand Never let them see the eye Toothless ba*tards Who wants to hear such words The white christ k**s his mother Let them freeze, let them starve But give them no comfort If the few endures the journey Then, we will build the wall If the few endures the journey Then we will build the wall If the few endures the journey Then we will build the wall