The battle against man.
Raised until the rooster crows.
The sun brightens, now everything is quiet.
The blood flows down the mountain.
Those who were the most implacable.
Shall now be raised to eternal life.
Those who were the most furious.
Shall not be driven.
There is an afterlife.
For those who are worthy.
Where the mead horns are never empty.
For those who are brave.< br/>There we celebrate every night.
The table is full of drinks and mat.
Under the eyes of ancient Troll God.
We, who have the ice-cold Troll blood.
Now we sing our drinking-quake.
To the power that never dies.
From the halls of Rivfader.
Sounds the sound that all hear...
There we celebrate every night.
The table is full of drinks and mat.
Under the eyes of ancient Trollgod.
We, who have the ice-cold Trollblood.
[English translation:]
The Ice Cold Troll Blood
The fight against Man
Raged until sunrise
The sun brightens, everything is quiet
The blood is seeping down the mountainside< br/>Those who were the most fearful
Will now be taken to eternal life
Those who were the most furious
Will no longer be without a home
There is an afterlife< br/>For those who are worthy
Where the mead horns are never empty
For those who are brave
There we celebrate every night
The tables buckling from drink and food
Under watchful eye of ancient Troll god
We, who have the ice cold troll blood
Now we sing our drinking song
To the power that never dies
From the halls of Rivfader
Echoes the sound that everyone hears
There we celebrate every night
The tables buckling from drink and food
Under watchful eye of ancient Troll god
We, who have the ice cold troll blood