Skogsdotter - Finntroll

En gång jag foro som en modig ungersven

Jag vandrade skog, jag besökte bygd

Då tog jag mitt bröd, stockar då fälldes

I djupaste skog, forslades till brukets eld

Vi togo brännvin vid Bäckens ström

Av ruset vi sjungo, skröt om bragd och täljde fläsk

Natten kom i fullmånens sken

Ingen vind, inte rördes en gren

Huldrans Gång

Eldens Sång

Då sutto jag vid elden ensam

Huttrade i slutsommar nett

En skugga blott jag såg nu nalkas

Bland furors kvist, runt björkars spiror

Huldrans Gång

Mot månen en skymt

Eldens Sång

Silver mot blekvit by

Hennes bryn så mörkt

Med stripigt klängande hår

Ett tredje öga som ormens blott

Hennes anlete förgyllde

Hornkrönt hon smög

Som en skugga av stjärnestoft

Hon mig smekt

Viskande, klösande nu red

Då jag vaknat ur min slumran

Med brännmarkt skinn

Ett minne blott vår vilda lek

Ur ett drömmars kväde

Denna skogens dotter, såg jag aldrig mer

Ack, ingen min förkunnelse tro

Men bland urträds skepnad evig

En gamling han få sin sista ro

Natten kom i fullmånens sken

Ingen vind, inte rördes en gren

Jag slumrade in, mossan mig tog

Hennes mark jag vandrat, sen jag dog

Once upon a time I traveled like a brave young swain

I wandered in the forests, I visited the countryside

I ate my bread there, happened to choke on it

In the deepest forest, taken away to fires of the mill

We took snaps near the brook’s current

Of drunkenness we sang, bragged and boasted and carved meat

Night arrived in the full moon’s shining

No wind, nothing moving the fields

Huldran’s stride

Song of fire

There I sat slone by the fire

Shivering in the late summer night

I suddenly saw a shadow closing on me

Among pine branches, around birches' sprouts

Huldran’s stride

A glimpse towards the moon

Song of fire

Silver onto a snow-white village

Her brows so dark

With spindly, creeping hair

A third eye like a snake eye

Her visage gilded

Horn-crowned she sneaked

Like a shadow made of stardust

She caressed me

Whispering, now tearing

Then I woke from my slumber

With a branded skin

Our wild game just a memory

Out of a dreamer’s ballad

Never again I saw the forest’s daughter

Ah, no one believed my story

But among the eternal shapes of the ancient forest

An old man is allowed his final rest

Night arrived in the full moon’s shining

No wind, nothing moving the fields

I fell to slumber, the moss took me

I wandered on her lands ever since I died

Once I went like a brave young friend

I walked in the woods, I visited the countryside

Then I took my bread, logs then felled

In the deepest forest, was transported to the mill fire

We took brandy at Bäckens ström

Out of intoxication we sang, bragged about feats and carved pork

The night came in the light of the full moon

No wind, no branch was touched

Huldrans Gång

Song of Fire

Then I sat by the fire alone

Shivered in late summer net

A shadow only I saw now approaching

Among the twigs of pines, around the spiers of birches

Huldrans Gång

Towards the moon a glimpse

Song of Fire

Silver against pale white city

Her eyebrows so dark

With striped clinging hair

A third eye like the snake's bare

Her face gilded

Horn-crowned she smug

Like a shadow of stardust

She caressed me

Whispering, scratching now red

When I woke up from my slumber

With branded leather

Just a memory of our wild game

From a quince of a dream

This forest daughter, I never saw again

Alas, no one preached my faith

But among the outgrowths forever

An old man he get his last rest

The night came in the light of the full moon

No wind, no branch was touched

I dozed off, the moss took me

Her land I walked, since I died

Once upon a time I traveled like a brave young swain

I wandered in the forests, I visited the countryside

I ate my bread there, happened to choke on it

In the deepest forest, taken away to fires of the mill

We took snaps near the brook’s current

Of drunkenness we sang, bragged and boasted and carved meat

Night arrived in the full moon’s shining

No wind, nothing moving the fields

Huldran’s stride

Song of fire

There I sat slone by the fire

Shivering in the late summer night

I suddenly saw a shadow closing on me

Among pine branches, around birches' sprouts

Huldran’s stride

A glimpse towards the moon

Song of fire

Silver onto a snow-white village

Her brows so dark

With spindly, creeping hair

A third eye like a snake eye

Here visage gilded

Horn-crowned she sneaked

Like a shadow made of stardust

She caressed me

Whispering, now tearing

Then I woke from my slumber

With a branded skin

Our wild game just a memory

Out of a dreamer’s ballad

Never again I saw the forest’s daughter

Ah, no one believed my story

But among the eternal shapes of the ancient forest

An old man is allowed his final rest

Night arrived in the full moon’s shining

No wind, nothing moving the fields

I fell to slumber, the moss took me

I wandered on her lands ever since I died