I Trädens Sång - Finntroll

Ett nät nu blivit spunnet

Så vasst, spretande svart

Ärgat av blodets lyster

Döpt i ohelgad saft

En sång om födsel, begynnelse

En om vanhelgat brödradråp

En visa om offer och livet ände

En om eld och bett i mark så mjuk

Dock finnes en visa jag ej sjunga

Dess ordalek jag ej talt

Dessa ord min mun ej passa

Hör kvädet nu i trädets blad

Då vi stå i tystnad

Må deras munnar viska…

A net is now spun

So vast, spreaded, black

Coloured with the gleam of blood

Dipped in unholy juice

A song of birth, of beginning

Of desecrated brothers laughter

A song of sacrifice and the end of life

Of fire, pleaded in the land so weak

Yet there is a song I don’t sing

Its wordplay I don’t speak

Its words don’t pass my mouth

Now hear the rhymes in the trees' leaves

There we stand in silence

May their mouths whisper…

A net has now been spun

So sharp, scattering black

Annoyed by the luster of the blood

Dipped in unholy juice

A song about birth, beginning

One about unholy fratricide

A show about sacrifice and the end of life

One about fire and bites in the ground so soft

However, there is a song I do not sing

Its wordplay I did not speak

These words my mouth does not fit

Now hear the quince in the leaves of the tree

Then we stand in silence

May their mouths whisper…

A net is now spun

So solid, spreaded, black

Colored with the gleam of blood

Dipped in unholy juice

A song of birth, of beginning

Of desecrated brothers laughter

A song of sacrifice and the end of life

Of fire, pleaded in the land so weak

Yet there is a song I do not sing

Its wordplay I do not speak

Its words do not pass my mouth

Now hear the rhymes in the trees' leaves

There we stand in silence

May their mouths whisper…