[Trollhorn / Katla]
Now the forest itself stirs
A thousand trolls walk as one
Not a sound not a whisper is heard
War pigs over The river is running
Soon they will fight
The ax to the sky is now raised
Panic and fear
Now see the Christian bow
P ¥ the sorcerer's snout now rises a grin
He raises his axe, he whips his pig
Faces turn to anger others turn to horror
As the army of goblins rides forward
In a storm of blood and drafts
So falls man after man
So winds a wind of blood and limbs
Less, however, of those goblins who protect their homes
As if by a miracle they meet
King of Jehovah's people, those who be
And the sorcerer's ax now descends
And with a mighty blow the king is cut down
[English translation:]
The Battle Of Blodsälv (River Of Blood)
Now the forest is moving
A thousand trolls march as one
Not a sound, not a whisper heard< br/>Beasts of war are taken across the river
Soon they will fight
The ax 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 ax now in one fell swoop
The King severed in half by the mighty blow.