Ett Norrskensdåd - Finntroll

Ett norrskensdåd av ändlös skam

Ett dråp i dyster stund

En skarp sten en skalle sprättad

Han drack av liv och lust

Han drack av liv och lust

Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod

Den natt han begick sitt mannamord

I hans ögon bara en best, ingen sans

Då han dansade dräparens dans

Han stänkte på berg och backe

Han ylade och skrek

Mordens smak i röder mund

Garmens blick i månens stund

Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod

Den natt han begick sitt mannamord

I hans ögon bara en best, ingen sans

Då han dansade dräparens dans

Då han dansade dräparens dans

Snart sprang han sin skog

Han löpte bland is och driva

I ändlös tid och vintervarv

Bojor av månens skiva

Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod

Den natt kan begick sitt mannamord

I hans ögon bara en best, ingen sans

Då han dansade dräparens dans

Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod

Den natt han begick sitt mannamord

I hans ögon bara en best, ingen sans

Då han dansade dräparens dans

A deed of the northern lights with endless shame

Manslaughter at the dark hour

A sharp stone shattered skulls

He drank life and passion

He drank life and passion

Salty and thick was blood from the bosom

On that night he committed the gracious murder

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

He climbed to the mountains and hills

He howled and screamed

Taste of murder in the red mouth

A glance of horror in the hour of moon

Salty and thick was blood from the bosom

On that night he committed the gracious murder

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

Soon he ran into their forest

He ran past ice and drifts of snow

In endless time and winter’s cycle

Curves of the crescent moon

Salty and thick was blood from the bosom

On that night he committed the gracious murder

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

Salty and thick was blood from the bosom

On that night he committed the gracious murder

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

An act of aurora borealis of endless shame

A murder in a gloomy moment

A sharp stone a skull cracked

He drank of life and desire

He drank of life and desire

For salt and thick was bare blood

The night he committed suicide

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the killer's dance

He splashed on mountains and hills

He howled and screamed

The taste of murder in red mouth

The gaze of the garm in the moment of the moon

For salt and thick was bare blood

The night he committed suicide

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the killer's dance

Then he danced the killer's dance

Soon he ran his forest

He ran among ice and drift

In endless time and winter laps

Shackles of the moon's disk

For salt and thick was bare blood

That night may have committed her manslaughter

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the killer's dance

For salt and thick was bare blood

The night he committed suicide

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the killer's dance

A deed of the northern lights with endless shame

Manslaughter at the dark hour

A sharp stone shattered skulls

He drank life and passion

He drank life and passion

Salty and thick was blood from the bosom

On that night he committed the gracious murder

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

He climbed to the mountains and hills

He howled and screamed

Taste of murder in the red mouth

A glance of horror in the hour of moon

Salty and thick was blood from the bosom

On that night he committed the gracious murder

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

Soon he ran into their forest

He ran past ice and drifts of snow

In endless time and winter’s cycle

Curves of the crescent moon

Salty and thick was blood from the bosom

On that night he committed the gracious murder

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

Salty and thick was blood from the bosom

On that night he committed the gracious murder

In his eyes only a beast, no sense

Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance