Korpens Saga - Finntroll

Jag sag min här av troll och vätte.

Slappa spjut sa langt ögat mätte.

Tusende kroppar alla döda och svala.

Min arme ur skogen nu lag i dvala.

Da sjöng honan mörk en sang av hat.

Hon lovade bort gravor själar till mat.

At en dyster ande ur springornas rike.

En runa ristades aldrig skadats en like.

Som en blixt i natten av eldens färg.

En kraft som kväljde i kött och märg.

En tunga av illdad och sottig svärta.

Nu hördes et skrik av tusens smärta.

Skogens topp och klippans kant som värn.

Svart som askmoln och skogens tjärn.

Fjädrar nu spreta där skinnet voro.

Till tiders slut de nu ropa sin oro.

Sa miste rivarn sin bror av kamp.

De flög sin väg till världens kant.

Av ett glömt och fasligt trolldoms dad.

Det förkolnade sinnet kände ingen nad.

Nu faller skyars svarta mästare.

Slagsfältets kall och likets kyla.

Än fulla av slagens rus och svekets hat.

De gnaga utan ära pa krigets ruttna mat.

… till Tiders ände.

The Tale Of The Raven

I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths

Bent spears as far as the eye can see

A thousand bodies all dead and cold

My forest army now lies in hibernation

Then she sang a dark tune of hate

She promised gifts, souls for food

To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight

A rune etched, one never before seen

Like a lightning bolt in the night with firey color

A force that swells in flesh and marrow

A tongue of ill omen and black stains

Now heard are screams of thousands in pain

Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage

Black as thunderheads and forest bogs

Feathers sprouting where skin once was

Til the end of time they proclaim their worries

So did the shredder lost his brother in war

They flew to the edge of the world

By a forgotten and sinister magic

The charred spirit felt no remorse

Now falls the master of black skies

The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse

Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate

They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war

…until the end of Time

I said my army of trolls and water.

Flabby spears as far as the eye could see.

A thousand bodies all dead and cool.

My arm out of the forest now lay dormant.

Then the female darkly sang a song of hatred.

She promised away grave souls for food.

That a gloomy spirit from the Realm of the Cracks.

A rune was carved never damaged a like.

Like a flash in the night of the color of fire.

A power that choked on flesh and marrow.

A tongue of fired and sooty blackness.

Now a cry of a thousand pains was heard.

The top of the forest and the edge of the cliff as protection.

Black as ash clouds and forest ponds.

Feathers now spread where the skins were.

At the end of time they now shout their concerns.

Sa revarn lost his brother from battle.

They flew their way to the edge of the world.

Of a forgotten and horrible sorcery deed.

The charred mind felt no nad.

Now the black champions of the sky are falling.

The cold of the battlefield and the cold of the corpse.

Still full of the intoxication of battle and the hatred of betrayal.

They gnawed without honor on the rotten food of war.

... until the end of time.

The Tale Of The Raven

I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths

Bent spears as far as the eye can see

A thousand bodies all dead and cold

My forest army now lies in hibernation

Then she sang a dark tune of hate

She promised gifts, souls for food

To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight

A rune etched, one never before seen

Like a lightning bolt in the night with fiery color

A force that swells in flesh and marrow

A tongue of ill omen and black stains

Now heard are screams of thousands in pain

Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage

Black as thunderheads and forest bogs

Feathers sprouting where skin once was

Til the end of time they proclaim their worries

So did the shredder lose his brother in war

They flew to the edge of the world

By a forgotten and sinister magic

The charred spirit felt no remorse

Now falls the master of black skies

The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse

Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate

They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war

…until the end of Time