Stigen leder hцgre upp Mot svarta bergens snцvita topp En дdel syn ny vдntas kan Styrka urеldrig och дra sann
Jag dцper mitt sinne I sanningens bдck Ur berget den rinna Denna becksvarta еdra
Ur isen en staty Av makt nu stiga I nordiska natten Tusen цgon skina
Berget dеna, kraft mig fylla Denna urgud alla trollfolk hylla
Denna jord denna kraft Som nu visat sig Denna makt som lovats Fцrnekas ej Ett spjut jag skall smida och vдssa Trollfolkens krona skall pryda min hjдssa Den dag dock rеda dе jag heta kung Rivfaders strдvan mе vara tung
Kung цver folken av troll!
[English translation:]
The Story Of Birth
The path leads higher up Towards the black mountain's snow-white summit A majestic view awaits Ancient strength and true honor
I baptize my soul In the stream of truth Through the mountain it runs This artery black as night
Out of the ice a statue Of power, now rises In the Nordic night A thousand eyes shine
The mountain roars, fills me with might This ancient God all the Troll tribes hail
This soil, this might That has now showed itself The power that was promised Is not denied A spear I will forge and sharpen The crown of the Trolls shall perch on my head The day now reigns, when I am called King Rivfader's goal may yet be heavy.
King of the tribes of Trolls!
3. Slaget Vid Blodsдlv
[Trollhorn / Katla]
Nu rцr sig skogen sjдlv Tusen troll gеr som en Inget ljud inte en viskan hцrs Krigssvin цver дlven kцrs
Snart ska de strida Yxan mot skyn nu hцjs Panik och rдdsla Nu se kristimдn bцjs
Pе trollherrens tryne nu stiga ett grin Han hцjer sin yxa, han piskar sitt svin Ansikten vrids till ilska andra vrids till skrдck Nдr trollens armй rider fram I en storm av blod och trдck
Sе faller man efter man Sе viner en vind av blod och lem Mindre dock av dem troll som skyddar sina hem
Som av ett under mцtes de Kung av Jehovas folk, de som be Och trollherrens yxa sjunker nu Och av ett mдktig slag kungen huggas itu
[English translation:]
The Battle Of Blodsдlv (River Of Blood)
Now the forest is moving A thousand trolls march as one Not a sound, not a whisper heard Beasts of war are taken across the river
Soon they will fight The axe ready to strike Panic and fear Now Christ's men bend
On the Troll Lord's face now a smile He raises his axe, he drives his beast forward Expressions turn to anger, others to fear The army of Trolls push forward In a storm of blood and feces
Now man after man falls Now a wind of blood and bodies Few trolls fall, when they are defending their homes
Like a miracle they met King of Jehovah's people, they who pray And the Troll Lord's axe now in one fell swoop The King severed in half by the mighty blow.
4. Skogens Hдmnd
[Somnium, Trollhorn / Katla]
Skogen lever inga fеngar tar den tar moder dotter och far Ingen nеd ingen lдmnas kvar Minsta sеr lдcker av var Byfolk fцrsvinna ingen vet vart Omkring stеr skogen tyst och svart Slutet nдrmas de visa ser Tecken i skyn prдstefolk ber Dцdens lдttja ut i skogen lura Gцmma sig bakom varje fura Eldlika sken цver himlabron Sе inleds hдmnden av skogens tron Finns ingen plats att gцmma sig Vart du дn gеr skogen hittar dig Hela vдrlden ruttnar och svдlter Allt du trott se lцgnen vдlter
Lдs nu runor med magiska tal Spе en еlder av ve och kval Nдr mцrka skuggor nu himmelen rider Se dе nalkas jaktens tid
[English translation:]
The Forest's Revenge
The forest takes no prisoners It kills mother, daughter and father No mercy, no one left Tiniest cut boils with pus Townsfolk disappear, no one knows where All around is the forest, quiet and dark The end is near, the wise say Signs in the sky, churchgoers pray Death's lethargy out in the forest lurks Hiding behind every tree Fiery lights over Heaven's bridge So begins the vengeance of the forest's throne There is nowhere to hide Wherever you go, the forest will find The whole world decaying and starving Everything you believed, see the lies fall flat
Read now, runes with magic numbers Foresee an age of anguish and pain See dark shadows riding the sky Then beckons, the Age of the Hunt
5. Jaktens Tid
[Somnium / Katla]
... Bygden stеr stilla, en stjдrnklar natt... ... En eld fjдrran skеdas, ty de nдrmar sig...
Fram rider trollens kung Med vargbroder ut pе jakt Allt levade flyr, fд och frдnde Blodet skall drдnka denna ensliga trakt
Utav mцrket i sin eviga sal, Han ger sig ut, en tцrst att slдcka Hдr skyndar de fram pе krokiga ben, Flera liv att tas, hundra ben att knдcka
Trollherrens sдllskap river sig fram, Genom dyster skog och fruset fjдll De drдper vad de ser och finner allt gцmt, Huvuden snart pryder deras heliga hдll
Sе stеr trakten dyster och mцrk, Solen stiger inget liv att skеda I underjorden firas en lyckad jakt, Sedan igen i sekler tystnad rеda...
Ve dig, mдnska, du inkrдktar hдr! Snart trollen dig till hдllen bдr
[English translation:]
The Age Of The Hunt
...The village is quiet, a starry night... ...A fire in the distance can be seen, coming closer...
Forward rides the King of the Trolls With brother wolf, out for hunting Everything living flees, friend and foe. The blood will drown this lonely place
From the darkness of his eternal chamber He departs, a thirst to quench, Now they flee on crooked legs Many lives to take, a hundred legs to break
The Troll Lord's company cutting forth, Through solemn forest and frozen peaks They slay all they see and find all that is hidden, Heads will soon decorate their holy rocks
Everywhere solemn and dark, Sun rises, no life to be seen In the Underworld a successful hunt celebrated, Afterwards again, quiet will reign for centuries...
Wretched human, you trespass here! Soon the trolls will drag you to the stones.
6. Bakom Varje Fura
[instrumental]
[Trollhorn]
7. Kitteldags
[Somnium, Trollhorn / Katla]
Mдnniskofolk ej festa Gammelfar lemlдsta Urеldrig ilska och trolldom Hдxeri blev festens slut
Sе ska de nu genast stekas som de en gеng stekte oss De ska saltas de ska kokas Kцttet skall skavas frеn benen loss
Mеltiden nu nеtt sitt slut Mдtt och nцjd mеngen trolltrut Smеtroll kцtt nu river Rivfader fram kliver
Full med hat Prдst blir mat Han lдggs pе fat
[English translation:]
Time For Kettles
Tribes of Man never feast Grandfather dismembered Ancient wrath and magic Witchery ended the feast
So quickly now they shall fry As they once fried us They shall be salted, they shall cook The meat shall be torn from the bone
The meal has now ended Many full and happy troll stomachs Young trolls now meat tear Rivfader now takes the stand
Full of hate Priest becomes food He is served on a plate
8. Krigsmjцd
[Tundra, Trollhorn / Katla]
Blodet skцljer дn en gеng Skogens mossor och kala berg
Kom alla hцr min sеng Vi tar deras liv дn en gеng
Se forna tiders eld, beskеda dess prakt Dra ihop till dans i urgyttjans takt Kom tцm ditt stop med trollkrigars heder Gammelfar nu dryckoslaget leder
Sеgtandat spjut och kniven sе skarp Kristmдn nu falla vi ta deras skalp Omhдndertagen av forna minnens vдv Krigsruset samlas ditt stop i kдften hдv
Sе vakna anden ny ilska alla fеr Med spjut och svдrd vi pе krigsstigen gеr Hцj era stop fцr fiendens dцd Krigsrus nu vдckas med sцtat mjцd
Vid mеnens sken vi dem tar Sе vi renar vеr 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 death 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
9. Vargtimmen
[T. Lundmark, Trad. / A. Stake, Trad]
Det дr i sjдlva hjдrtat lцgnen bor, och svek Hur kan jag dдrom tala vist, med mildhet? Kan inte gцra ogjort eller byta namn innan du mе bli fцrlеten sе bit huvet av skam
Jag svдr att jag dе aldrig velat gцra ont men vart jag дn ser nu och om jag дn ber Sе gцr jag dig illa Natten дr stilla, men syndaren дr vaken och vargtimmen hдr
Jag har sagt att jag dig дlskar; det дr ocksе sant Men jag kunde ocksе sдga att jag дlskar en ann'
Jag ville henne дta med drдgelkдft; en ulv skulle ocksе gцra det fцr dess egen skull
I min ensamhet - fцr ingen annan vet - jag дlskar ju bеda och plеgas av det - utan ett straff och utan en skuld? Bara ett jag minns, дr att vargtimmen finns. [x2]
Fеr jag komma till dig? Blott en liten stund. Luther har gеtt hem och jag vill kyssa din mund. Sen ska jag bestдmma - det finns дnnu tid. Jag ser vдl vad som hдnder, det дr mitt liv.
Jag svдr att jag dе aldrig velat gцra ont men vart jag дn ser nu och om jag дn ber Sе gцr jag dig illa Natten дr stilla, men syndaren дr vaken och vargtimmen hдr
I min ensamhet - fцr ingen annan vet - jag дlskar ju bеda och plеgas av det - utan ett straff och utan en skuld? Bara ett jag minns, дr att vargtimmen finns.
Innan denna dag jag sеg mig som ett lamm och sе vill jag vara och sе vill jag bliva Jag vill kvitta lika, att det ska ge vika och nu uppstiger solen och vargtimmen flyr
[English translation:]
The Hour Of The Wolf
It is in the heart itself Where lies and betrayal lives How can I speak of this Wisely, in kind words? Can not do undone Or even change the name Before you can be forgiven You must bite shame's head off
I swear that I never Intended to do evil But wherever I now see Even if I pray I will hurt you The night is still But the sinner is awake And the hour of the wolf is here
I've told you that I love you; And it is really true But I could also have said That I love another
I wanted to eat her With a drooling mouth; a wolf Would do it For it's own sake.
In my loneliness - For no one else knows - I love them both And I am tormented by the fact - Without a punishment, and Without a debt to pay? Only one thing I remember, it's That the hour of the wolf exists. [x2]
Can I come to you? Just for a little while. Luther has gone home and I want to kiss your mouth. Then I will decide - There is still time. I will see what happens, It is my life.
I swear that I never Intended to do evil But wherever I now see Even if I pray I will hurt you The night is still But the sinner is awake And the hour of the wolf is here
In my loneliness - For no one else knows - I love them both And I am tormented by the fact - Without a punishment, and Without a debt to pay Only one thing I remember, it's That the hour of the wolf exists.
Before this day I saw myself as a lamb And so I want to be, And so I want to become, I want to make no difference And I want it to collapse And now rises the sun And the hour of the wolf flees
10. Kyrkovisan
[Trollhorn / Katla]
Aamund och Kettil Tvenne prдstemдn Hade byggt en kyrka Fцr att gud sin dyrka Dock ej prдster rдkna med Fцrbannade trollens jдvla sдd Trollfolk slдckte hoppet i Kristi led...
[English translation:]
The Tale Of The Church
Aamund and Kettil Both men of the cloth Built themselves a church To praise their God But the priests did not foresee The damned trolls' hellish seed Tribes of Trolls extinguished faith in Christ's herd
11. Den Hornkrцnte Konungen (Rivfaders Tron)
[Trollhorn / Katla]
En ensam skugga nu ridit fram Nu stigit herren av nordens hemliga folk Han stirrar mot fjдllen, han lyfter sin arm Drakblod koka i dennes barm Kung цver folken av troll, hornkrцnt stеr han Hдrskare utav allt ur mцrkrets famn
De samlas ur skogens svarta natt De vandra frеn fjдll och sjц Vдtte och troll, svartalf och varg bjцrnens ande och havets mц
Vid trolltronens fot nu samlas de De hopas i skock fцr att alla se Hдr samlas troll, oknytt och rе De jubla och fira sе gott de mе Snart hцrs ett muller, ett mдktigt dеn Sе varslas dцden av Jehovas son Sе stiga fram denna hedniska hдr Och Rivfader, hдrskaren, fram de bдr...
[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 masses 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 death of Jehovah's children is brought on So treading forward, this pagan throng And Rivfader, the Regent, they bear ever forward.
12. Aldhissla
[Somnium / Katla]
Mеnen skiner цver nordens land Skogen stеr i sin mцrka prakt Aldhissla vandrar цver fjдll och slдtt Evigt han vakar, betraktar Denna tysta och nattliga trakt Han sitter i sin grotta, bevakar sin gyllene skatt Sitt hem fyllt av mцrker och is Detta underjordiska land, riket av evig natt
Mдstaren Aldhissla... Mдstaren Aldhissla, Trollet som allting hцr Mдstaren Aldhissla, Ondska som aldrig dцr
Ingen man hдr satt sin fot, inga mдnniskobarn fцdas hдr Tomhet och tystnad hдrska Inget spеr, inget tecken av honom som korset bдr Aldhissla stдnga ej цgon, han aldrig sova Ingen komma hit med lцgner i mun Vacker och mдktig, fet дr Nordens natt utan Jehova!
Mдstaren Aldhissla, Trollet som allting hцr Mдstaren Aldhissla, Ondska som aldrig dцr
Ensamheten - Tecken av kraft Ensamheten - Tecken av kraft Att allt se - Tecken av kraft Evigt liv - Tecken av kraft
[English translation:]
Aldhissla
The moon shines over the lands of the north The forest quiet in its dark grandeur Aldhissla wanders over mountain and field Ever watchful, he observes This quiet and dark place He sits in his cave, guarding his golden treasure His home filled with darkness and ice This underworld, land of eternal night
Master Aldhissla... Master Aldhissla, The troll who hears everything Master Aldhissla, Evil that never dies
No man ever here treads, no man-child ever here born Emptiness and quiet reigns Not a trace, not a sign of he who bears the cross. Aldhissla never shuts his eyes, he never sleeps No one comes here with lies on their tongues Beautiful and mighty, rich is the northern night without Jehovah!
Master Aldhissla, The troll who hears everything Master Aldhissla, Evil that never dies
Loneliness - A sign of power Loneliness - A sign of power Everything to see - A sign of power Immortality - A sign of power
