Fanskapsfylld - Finntroll

Som en evig vålnadslegion

Marschera mot fiendebygd

Dessa vrålande marodörer

Hatets, dödens aktörer

De skövla by och stad

Förintelse i högsta grad

Vartån de trampa, krossa

Sjunga en mörk sång

I blodig frossa

De stiga våra åkrar, skogar, illa i sinnet

Hör nu vreden i askan, i minnet

Stilla våra sädlösa land

Igen nu gripits svärdet i hand

De skövla by och stad

Förintelse i högsta grad

Vartån de trampa, krossa

Sjunga en mörk sång

I blodig frossa

Törsten och hunger, den ha inget slut

Ändlösa förråd av kött och krut

Ursinnes eldar, som drakar blåsa

Dödens andar, mätta, flåsa

Blinda till ordet av härskarnas gräl

De sliter istyck, de hugger ihjäl

Sotets och benmjölets lögner de sjunga

Med en fanskapsfylld, tjärad tunga

De skövla by och stad

Förintelse i högsta grad

Vartån de trampa, krossa

Sjunga en mörk sång

I blodig frossa

Like an eternal legion of violence

March to enemy regions

These roaring pirates

Pawns of hatred and death

They pillage towns and cities

Holocaust in its highest extent

Wherever they trample, destroy

Sing a dismal song

Feast in gore

They tread on our farming lands, woods, ill in their hearts

Hear now the wrath in the ashes, in the memories

Our infertile land stands still

Again the swords are grabbed

They pillage towns and cities

Holocaust in its highest extent

Wherever they trample, destroy

Sing a dismal song

Feast in gore

Thirst and hunger, they have no end

Endless stocks of flesh and gunpowder

Flames of fury, puff like dragons

Spirits of death, blasting, blowing

Blind to their lord’s words

They rip in pieces, strike to kill

They sing about gime and bonemeals

With a devilish, tarred tongue

They pillage towns and cities

Holocaust in its highest extent

Wherever they trample, destroy

Sing a dismal song

Feast in gore

Like an eternal legion of ghosts

March towards enemy territory

These roaring marauders

Actors of hatred, death

They devastate village and town

Holocaust to the highest degree

Wherever they trample, crush

Sing a dark song

In bloody chills

They rise our fields, forests, bad in the mind

Now hear the anger in the ashes, in the memory

Quiet our seedless land

Again now the sword has been seized by hand

They devastate village and town

Holocaust to the highest degree

Wherever they trample, crush

Sing a dark song

In bloody chills

Thirst and hunger, it has no end

Endless stocks of meat and gunpowder

Furious fires, which dragons blow

The spirits of death, satiated, panting

Blind to the word of the rulers quarrels

They tear to pieces, they chop to death

The lies of soot and bone meal they sing

With a fanatical, tarred tongue

They devastate village and town

Holocaust to the highest degree

Wherever they trample, crush

Sing a dark song

In bloody chills

Like an eternal legion of violence

March to enemy regions

These roaring pirates

Pawns of hatred and death

They pillage towns and cities

Holocaust in its highest extent

Wherever they trample, destroy

Sing a dismal song

Feast a gore

They tread on our farming lands, woods, ill in their hearts

Hear now the wrath in the ashes, in the memories

Our infertile land stands still

Again the swords are grabbed

They pillage towns and cities

Holocaust in its highest extent

Wherever they trample, destroy

Sing a dismal song

Feast a gore

Thirst and hunger, they have no end

Endless stocks of flesh and gunpowder

Flames of fury, puff like dragons

Spirits of death, blasting, blowing

Blind to their lord’s words

They rip into pieces, strike to kill

They sing about gime and bonemeals

With a devilish, tarred tongue

They pillage towns and cities

Holocaust in its highest extent

Wherever they trample, destroy

Sing a dismal song

Feast a gore