Födosagan - Finntroll

Stigen leder högre upp

Mot svarta bergens snövita topp

En ädel syn ny väntas kan

Styrka uråldrig och ära sann

Jag döper mitt sinne

I sanningens bäck

Ur berget den rinna

Denna becksvarta ådra

Ur isen en staty

Av makt nu stiga

I nordiska natten

Tusen ögon skina

Berget dåna, kraft mig fylla

Denna urgud alla trollfolk hylla

Denna jord denna kraft

Som nu visat sig

Denna makt som lovats

Förnekas ej

Ett spjut jag skall smida och vässa

Trollfolkens krona skall pryda min hjässa

Den dag dock råda då jag heta kung

Rivfaders strävan må vara tung

Kung över folken av troll!

The path leads higher up

Towards the black mountain’s snow-white summit

A majestic view awaits

Ancient strength and true honor

I baptize my soul

In the stream of truth

Through the mountain it runs

This artery black as night

Out of the ice a statue

Of power, now rises

In the Nordic night

A thousand eyes shine

The mountain roars, fills me with might

This ancient God all the Troll tribes hail

This soil, this might

That has now showed itself

The power that was promised

Is not denied

A spear I will forge and sharpen

The crown of the Trolls shall perch on my head

The day now reigns, when I am called King

Rivfader’s goal may yet be heavy

King of the tribes of Trolls!

The path leads higher up

Towards the snow-white peak of the black mountains

A noble vision new can be expected

Strength ancient and glory true

I baptize my mind

In the brook of truth

From the mountain it flows

This pitch black vein

Ur ice and statue

Of power now rise

In the Nordic night

A thousand eyes shine

The mountain roars, force me to fill

This primordial god all wizards praise

This earth this power

As now shown

This power promised

Not denied

A spear I will forge and sharpen

The crown of the wizards will adorn my head

The day, however, prevailed when I was called king

The father's aspiration may be heavy

King over the peoples of trolls!

The path leads higher up

Towards the black mountain’s snow-white summit

A majestic view awaits

Ancient strength and true honor

I baptize my soul

In the stream of truth

Through the mountain it runs

This artery black as night

Out of the ice a statue

Of power, now rises

In the Nordic night

A thousand eyes shine

The mountain roars, fills me with might

This ancient God all the Troll tribes hail

This soil, this might

That has now shown itself

The power that was promised

Is not denied

A spear I will forge and sharpen

The crown of the Trolls shall perch on my head

The day now reigns, when I am called King

Rivfader's goal may still be heavy

King of the tribes of Trolls!