独乐乐——Finntroll

Midnattens Widunder 1999
Svartberg Norrut l鋘gre fram vi drar, vi skola finna det svarta berget V錼t lovade land riket underjord, riket d鋜 ingen man satt sin fot Underjorden skall vi f鰎bli, st鋘digt vi v鋢a i styrka Och p?den sista dagen stiga vi fram f鰎 att ta igen det som en g錸g var v錼t Ty himmelen f鰎blir svart och r鰀, ur askan och elden Stiger vi 鋘 en g錸g fram, vi fr錸 de svarta bergen Norrut l鋘gre fram vi drar, vi skola finna det svarta berget V錼t lovade land riket underjord, riket d鋜 ingen man satt sin fot S?f鰈j mig till trollkungens tron, kom an kom an med sv鋜d i hand h鋜 frodas ingen felaktig tro, h鋜 skall inte vitekrist f?n錸 ro H鋜 sitter han p?sin tron... H鋜 styr han med eld och st錶... [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...	RivFader Ut l錸gt l錸gt l錸gt i skogen d鋜 brinna en eld Ut l錸gt l錸gt l錸gt i skogen d鋜 springa en ulv S鰊der ska han trasa k鰐t och ben av kristi lamm Nu stiga ohygglig fasa ur gravens kyla mull Och damm han kommit igen f鰎 att slita huvud Och lem 鋘tligen har RivFader kommit hem "舝hundraden m?l鰌a m鋘niskoliv m?vittra bort ty n鋜 den vite ormen sk錮as p?den norra himmelen d?skola RivFader stiga ur sin l錸ga s鰉n f鰎 att sl?ner nordens kristna pl錱a" Ut l錸gt l錸gt l錸gt i skogen d鋜 springa en ulv Ut l錸gt l錸gt l錸gt i skogen d鋜 brinna en eld Ur vittrans brasa stiga onda tankar fram [A great wolf lurks in the forest and an evil fire burns between the trees. Two prophecies predicting the return of RivFader, a legendary troll-king who once ruled the northern lands. When the white serpent is seen on the arctic sky RivFader returns and shall strike down the followers of the christian plague. Hail, RivFader!] [English translation:] [RivFader] Far beyond into forest there burns a fire Far beyond into forest there runs a wolf He shall tear apart flesh and bones of the holy lamb Now rises great terror from the rimed soil of the grave From dust has he been resurrected to tear heads down And finally from the flesh has RivFader come home "For a century may the life of a man crumble till the end and now when the white serpent beholds in the nordic skyline then shall RivFader rise from his long sleep to strike down the christian plague of Northlands." Far beyond into forest there burns a fire Far beyond into forest there runs a wolf From the scent of bonfires evil thoughts may rise.	V鋞teanda Med skrik och skr鋘 som tusen korpars rop. Vi sliter oss fram ut ur berg och grop Klor vassa som sv鋜d, k鋐tar lik ulvens Fram kommer v鋞tar, smaka v錼 eld Vi dricka ert blod, v錼 livets saft S?mycket av det, vi inte p?錼tusenden haft Blod och lik nordens kanter randa Vi 鋜 h鋜, Vi 鋜 h鋜. V腡TEANDA 謌on lysa bland skuggor, n鋌b och klo K鰐t skall slitas f鰎 okristen tro Of鰐t barn och havande kvinna de smaka b鋝t i nattens dimma RIV,BR諨ER,RIV! RIV,BR諨ER,RIV! RIV,BR諨ER,RIV! [Goblins awaken from the bowels of the earth and destroy the villages and cities of the north. Feasting on humans for the first time in thousand years, they prefer the unborn and their carrying mothers. The bodies are piled along the boundaries of the northern lands.] [English translation:] [Gnome Spirit] With screams and howls thousand ravens call We blaze our trail out from the mountain and holes Claws like swords, jaws of wolves Towards come gnomes, tasting our flames We drink your blood, our life sap For the first time in a millenium Blood and corpses mark the boundaries We are here, we are here. GNOME SPIRIT Eyes shine amongs the forest, beak and jaw Flesh shall be torn for the unhallowed throne Stillborn childs and carrying mothers They taste the best in the mist of the night TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR! TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR! TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!
Bastuvisan Aamund och Kettil, tvenne pr鋝term鋘 skulle bada bastu D?h鰎des muller och brak, helvetiskt knak fr錸 deras farstu. In kom trollen med j鋠la fart, skogens oknytt i all sin prakt, Aamund fick 鰎on avskurna, Kettil fick sig tills bastun SPRACK! [Aamund and Kettil, two men of the cloth, are bathing in a sauna. Suddenly trolls break in! They cut Aamunds ears off and beat up Kettil until the sauna explodes!] [English translation:] [Saunasong] Aamund och Kettil, two men of the cloth are bathing in a sauna At that time hears roaring and crashing, griping in the vestibule Trolls come in with damned speed, forests scent in its splendour Aamund gets his ears cut off, Kettil gets beaten up until the sauna EXPLODES!	BlodNatt Jag slipar mitt sv鋜d, jag oljar min brynja Fl鋞ar mitt sk鋑g och tj鋜ar mitt tryne Solen sjunker och skyn f鋜gas r鰀 Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt Nattulv ska jag rida till kyrkofolkets port D鋜h鋘 ska jag dra mitt sv鋜d, sl?ner var man M錸en lyser upp mitt m鰎ka land Och Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt Sv鋜det sliter en strupe opp, I sn鰊 ligger 鋘 en kropp. Nattulv biter ett huvud loss, Blodet rinner som en fors. Pr鋝tdr鋚e vid min sida nattulv ska jag rida och blod skall drickas inatt [A mighty troll warrior sharpens his sword. He prepares his armour, binds his beard and tars his face. As the sun sets, he rides a giant wolf to the crusaders fortress. He slays the wrong-believers and feasts on their blood.] [English translation:] [Blood Night] I sharpen my sword, I oil my armour Plait my beard and tar my snout The sun sets and skies turn red Blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight A nightwolf shall I ride into fortress of christians That far shall I draw my sword, striken down are men The moon rises upon my blackened land And blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight The sword slices throats Yet in the snow lies corpses Nightwolf bites the heads off Blood runs like a rapids Into priestslaughter with my nightwolf shall I ride and blood shall flow tonight	Midnattens Widunder Trollmakten jag ser uppe i bergen. F鰎svinn du som lyser 鰒er mitt folk. Ge dig iv鋑! Ge dig iv鋑! V錼 eviga pakt med natten skola ge oss liv, efter ond br錮 d鰀, efter ond br錮 d鰀 Eld och blod f鰎 mitt folk mitt sv鋜d skola t鰎sta f鰎 blod blod utav evas svaga barn blod utav kristi stam Blod utav krististam, utav krististam Nattens eviga kraft sv鋜dets kalla sk鋜pa m錸ens stilla ljus vinterns bleka skugga Riv ditt hj鋜ta, riv din sj鋖, solens sv鋜ta, jag 鋜 nattens tr鋖 Trollmakten jag ser uppe i bergen F諶SVINN! [A greeting for the trollkingdom in the mountains and a threat against the children of Eve and the tribe of christ.] [English translation:] [Midnight's Creature] Trollfood I see up in the hills Vanish thou, who shine over my folk. Get away! Get away! Our everlasting pact with the night shall give us life After a violent end, after a violent end Fire and blood for my folk my sword shall thirst for blood Blood of Eve's weak children Blood of the christian tribe Blood of the christian tribe, blood of the christian tribe Night's eternal strenght, sword's cold Clarity of moon's calm light, winter's pale shade Tear your heart, tear your soul, sun's blackness I am the slave of the night Trollfood I see up in the hills VANISH!
Segers錸g Solen sjunker mellan fj鋖l och is Ur marken stiger en m鋜klig dis Oknytt vakna de skrida fram Undan springa helige kristi lamm Vinden stiga till storm s?m鋕tig Likt en orkan den sveper fram undan springa helige kristi lamm De skall minnas denna dag De skall d鰉as av nattlig lag M鋕tig s錸g ljuda ur trollens l鋑er De sjunga lovord f鰎d鰉das seger Blodet rinner klingan skiner bl鰐 Ur sv鋜det som givit jesu sista st鰐 Blodet dryper sn鰊 f鋜gas r鰀 H鋜 firas m錸en och kristi eviga d鰀 Kom igen m鰎krets v鋝en, denna natt 鋜 evigt l錸g Inatt vi fira, Inatt vi sjunga v錼 segers錸g!!!!! [The trolls and goblins celebrate their victory over the tribe of christ with a majestic feast and songs praising the moon. This night is eternal? Beasts of the night? This darkness will never end!] [English translation:] [Victory Chant] The sun sets between mountains and ice From the domain rises remarkable haze Scent awakens them to stride towards Away runs the holy christian lamb Winds gather for the storm so powerful Like a hurricane that sweeps towards away runs the holy christian lamb They shall remember this day They shall judge of nocturnal law Powerful song sounds from the camp of trolls They sing to praise the condemned victory Blood flows the soaked blade that shines From the sword that gave jesus the final thrust Blood drips staining snow to red Here celebrates moon and christianity's everlasting death Arrives the beasts of the darkness, this night is eternal Tonight we celebrate, tonight we sing our victory chant!!!!!