Under Två Runor - Finntroll

Jag tog mina steg i gyttjans mark

Tusende korpar i mörker sky

Ett träsk med dödens skugga

Där lag min hämndens stund

Inget gift mej dräpa

Inga svekfulla dad

Spjutet med stjärnors prakt

Trollet med rymders makt

Jag sag nu en grop en ström

Tog min vrede och lät mossan svälja

Under fanns en passage en klyfta

Jag lät den dra mig in

Mot djupets sköte for jag än en gang

In i djupet av urtids minne

Mot gudens djup mot hämndens stund

Där grep nu klor av skuggors mara

Hon drack mitt blod

Hon stag min makt

I eld sa bla

Jag vred mej loss

En urgud som nu skickat mej

Hon klöste mitt jag min innersta eld

Da tog jag mitt stjärnors spjut

Med all min kraft jag skar

Ty sa som det var jag sag

Urguden och ormars häxa

Genom samma blodiga mun de talt

En ristad under tva runor

En hämnd jag ej nu fatt

Men orden ej förgatt

Jag blev kung med runors makt

Genom hämndens och hatets pakt

Urgudens gava

Runors makt

Mot manen i av steg

Trolldom född igen

I took my steps in the land of mud

Thousands of ravens in the dark sky

A swamp in the shadow of Death

There lay my moment of vengeance

No poison kills me

No devious advice

The spear with pride of stars

The troll with the power of the void

I saw a hole, a stream

Took my wrath and swallowed the moss

Below was a passage, an opening

I let it draw me in

Towards the deep embrace I traveled once more

Into the depths of ancient memory

Towards the depth of the God, towards the time of vengeance

There gripping were the claws of shadows' nightmare

She drank my blood

She stole my power

In fire so blue

I wriggled free

An ancient God who now sent me

She tore from me my inner fire

Then I took my spear of stars

With all my might I slashed

I saw the truth for what it was

The ancient God and the witch of serpents

Through the same bloodied mouth they spoke

As one, etched under two runes

No vengeance came to me

But the words were not forgotten

I was made king with the power of runes

Through the pact of vengeance and hatred

The gift of the ancient God

The power of runes

Towards the moon I ascended

Magic born again

I took my steps in the mud's ground

Thousands of ravens in dark sky

A swamp with the shadow of death

There lay my moment of revenge

Nothing poisoned me killing

No treacherous dad

The spear with the splendor of the stars

The troll with the power of space

I now saw a pit a stream

Took my anger and let the moss swallow

Below was a passage a gorge

I let it pull me in

Against the bosom of the deep I went once more

Into the depths of ancient memory

Towards the depths of God against the moment of revenge

There now claws of the mara of shadows seized

She drank my blood

She staged my power

I eld sa blah

I writhed

An ancient god who has now sent me

She clung to my self my innermost fire

Then I took my star's spear

With all my might I cut

For said as it was I saw

The witch of the primordial god and serpents

Through the same bloody mouth they spoke

A carved under two runes

A revenge I did not get now

But the words not forgotten

I became king with the power of runes

Through the covenant of revenge and hatred

The gift of God

Runor's power

Towards the man in of steps

Sorcery born again

I took my steps in the land of mud

Thousands of ravens in the dark sky

A swamp in the shadow of Death

There lay my moment of vengeance

No poison kills me

No devious advice

The spear with pride of stars

The troll with the power of the void

I saw a hole, a stream

Took my wrath and swallowed the moss

Below was a passage, an opening

I let it draw me in

Towards the deep embrace I traveled once more

Into the depths of ancient memory

Towards the depth of the God, towards the time of vengeance

There gripping were the claws of shadows' nightmare

She drank my blood

She stole my power

In fire so blue

I wriggled free

An ancient God who now sent me

She tore from me my inner fire

Then I took my spear of stars

With all my might I slashed

I saw the truth for what it was

The ancient God and the witch of serpents

Through the same bloodied mouth they spoke

As one, etched under two runes

No vengeance came to me

But the words were not forgotten

I was made king with the power of runes

Through the pact of vengeance and hatred

The gift of the ancient God

The power of runes

Towards the moon I ascended

Magic born again