Finntroll: Midnattens Widunder Lyrics

[Awakening]

[The trolls who lurk beneath the great caverns awaken and head for the world above. Towards their final battle.]

Norrut langre fram vi drar,
vi skola finna det svarta berget
Vårt lovade land riket underjord,
riket dar ingen man satt sin fot

Underjorden skall vi forbli,
standigt vi vaxa i styrka
Och på den sista dagen stiga vi fram
for att ta igen det som en gång var vårt

Ty himmelen forblir svart och rod,
ur askan och elden
Stiger vi an en gång fram,
vi från de svarta bergen

Norrut langre fram vi drar,
vi skola finna det svarta berget
Vårt lovade land riket underjord,
riket dar ingen man satt sin fot

Så folj mig till trollkungens tron,
kom an kom an med svard i hand
har frodas ingen felaktig tro,
har skall inte vitekrist få nån ro

Har sitter han på sin tron...
Har styr han med eld och stål...

[Tells the tale of troll-kin travelling far north to their promised land. Deep under the black northern mountains lies the throne of the ancient troll-king "RivFader". Once united in the troll-kings court they shall surface to do battle against Christianity.]

[English translation:]

[Black Mount]

Far northwards we draw
We shall find the black mountain
Our promised land, underground kingdom
Kingdom where no man's laid his foot

Underground shall we remain
Constantly growing our forces
And in the final day we rise
To take back what once was ours

For skies remain black and red
From ashes and flames
Yet we rise towards the path
We from the black mountains

Far northwards we draw
We shall find the black mountains
Our promised land, kingdom underground
Kingdom where no man's laid his foot

So follow me to the trollking's throne
Come on and on with a sword in hand
Here thrives no menacing belief
Here shall no christian find any peace

Yet here he sits at his throne...
Here reigns he with fire and steel...

Ut långt långt långt i skogen dar brinna en eld
Ut långt långt långt i skogen dar springa en ulv
Sonder ska han trasa kott och ben av kristi lamm

Nu stiga ohygglig fasa
ur gravens kyla mull och damm
Han kommit igen for att slita huvud och lem.
Antligen har RivFader kommit hem

"Århundraden må lopa
manniskoliv må vittra bort
Ty nar den vite ormen skådas på den norra himmelen
då skola RivFader stiga ur sin långa somn
for att slå ner nordens kristna plåga"

Ut långt långt långt i skogen dar springa en ulv
Ut långt långt långt i skogen dar brinna en eld
Ur vittrans brasa stiga onda tankar fram

[A great wolf lurks in the forest and an evil fire burns between the trees. Two prophecies predicting the return of RivFader, a legendary troll-king who once ruled the northern lands. When the white serpent is seen on the arctic sky RivFader returns and shall strike down the followers of the christian plague. Hail, RivFader!]

[English translation:]

[RivFader]

Out far, far, far in the forest there burns a fire
Out far, far, far in the forest there runs a wolf
He shall tear apart flesh and bones of the christian lamb

Now rises appalling terror
from the grave's cold soil and dust
he's coming back to tear heads and limbs down
Finally RivFader has come home

"May centuries run,
may men's lives crumble down.
When the white serpent beholds in the Nordic sky
then shall RivFader rise from his long sleep
to strike down the christian plague of the North."

Out far, far, far in the forest there burns a fire
Out far, far, far in the forest there runs a wolf
From the scent of bonfires evil thoughts are rising

Med skrik och skran som tusen korpars rop.
Vi sliter oss fram ut ur berg och grop
Klor vassa som svard, kaftar lik ulvens
Fram kommer vattar, smaka vår eld

Vi dricka ert blod, vår livets saft
Så mycket av det, vi inte på årtusenden haft
Blod och lik nordens kanter randa
Vi ar har, Vi ar har. VATTEANDA

Ogon lysa bland skuggor, nabb och klo
Kott skall slitas for okristen tro

Ofott barn och havande kvinna
de smaka bast i nattens dimma

RIV,BRODER,RIV!
RIV,BRODER,RIV!
RIV,BRODER,RIV!

[Goblins awaken from the bowels of the earth and destroy the villages and cities of the north. Feasting on humans for the first time in thousand years, they prefer the unborn and their carrying mothers. The bodies are piled along the boundaries of the northern lands.]

[English translation:]

[Gnome Spirit]

With screams and howls thousand ravens call
We blaze our trail out from the mountain and holes
Claws like swords, jaws of wolves
Towards come gnomes, tasting our flames

We drink your blood, our life sap
For the first time in a millennium
Blood and corpses mark the boundaries
We are here, we are here. GNOME SPIRIT

Eyes shine among the forest, beak and jaw
Flesh shall be torn for the unhallowed throne

Stillborn children and carrying mothers
They taste the best in the mist of the night

TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!
TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!
TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!

Aamund och Kettil,
tvenne prasterman skulle bada bastu
Då hordes muller och brak, helvetiskt knak från deras farstu.
In kom trollen med javla fart, skogens oknytt i all sin prakt,
Aamund fick oron avskurna,
Kettil fick sig tills bastun SPRACK!

[Aamund and Kettil, two men of the cloth, are bathing in a sauna. Suddenly trolls break in! They cut Aamunds ears off and beat up Kettil until the sauna explodes!]

[English translation:]

[Saunasong]

Aamund och Kettil,
two men of the cloth are bathing in a sauna
At that time hears roaring and crashing, griping in the vestibule
Trolls come in with damned speed, forests scent in its splendour
Aamund gets his ears cut off,
Kettil gets beaten up until the sauna EXPLODES!

Jag slipar mitt svard, jag oljar min brynja
Flatar mitt skagg och tjarar mitt tryne
Solen sjunker och skyn fargas rod
Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt

Nattulv ska jag rida till kyrkofolkets port
Darhan ska jag dra mitt svard, slå ner var man
Månen lyser upp mitt morka land
Och Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt

Svardet sliter en strupe opp,
I snon ligger an en kropp.
Nattulv biter ett huvud loss,
Blodet rinner som en fors.

Prastdrape vid min sida nattulv ska jag rida
och blod skall drickas inatt

[A mighty troll warrior sharpens his sword. He prepares his armour, binds his beard and tars his face. As the sun sets, he rides a giant wolf to the crusaders fortress. He slays the wrong-believers and feasts on their blood.]

[English translation:]

[Blood Night]

I sharpen my sword, I oil my armour
Plait my beard and tar my snout
The sun sets and skies turn red
Blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight

A nightwolf shall I ride into fortress of Christians
That far shall I draw my sword, stricken down are men
The moon rises upon my blackened land
And blood shall flow. Blood shall flow tonight

The sword slices throats
Yet in the snow lies corpses
Nightwolf bites the heads off
Blood runs like a rapids

Into priestslaughter with my nightwolf shall I ride
and blood shall flow tonight

Trollmakten jag ser uppe i bergen.
Forsvinn du som lyser over mitt folk.
Ge dig ivag! Ge dig ivag!

Vår eviga pakt med natten skola ge oss liv,
efter ond bråd dod, efter ond bråd dod

Eld och blod for mitt folk
mitt svard skola torsta for blod
blod utav evas svaga barn
blod utav kristi stam

Blod utav krististam, utav krististam

Nattens eviga kraft svardets kalla
skarpa månens stilla ljus vinterns bleka skugga
Riv ditt hjarta, riv din sjal, solens svarta,
jag ar nattens tral

Trollmakten jag ser uppe i bergen
FORSVINN!

[A greeting for the trollkingdom in the mountains and a threat against the children of Eve and the tribe of Christ.]

[English translation:]

[Midnight's Creature]

Trollforce I see up in the hills
Vanish thou, who shine over my folk.
Get away! Get away!

Our everlasting pact with the night shall give us life
After a violent end, after a violent end

Fire and blood for my folk
My sword shall thirst for blood
Blood of Eve's weak children
Blood of the christian tribe

Blood of the christian tribe, blood of the christian tribe

Night's eternal strength, sword's cold
Clarity of moon's calm light, winter's pale shade
Tear your heart, tear your soul, sun's blackness
I am the slave of the night

Trollforce I see up in the hills
VANISH!

Solen sjunker mellan fjall och is
Ur marken stiger en marklig dis
Oknytt vakna de skrida fram
Undan springa helige kristi lamm
Vinden stiga till storm så maktig
Likt en orkan den sveper fram
undan springa helige kristi lamm
De skall minnas denna dag
De skall domas av nattlig lag
Maktig sång ljuda ur trollens lager
De sjunga lovord fordomdas seger

Blodet rinner klingan skiner blot
Ur svardet som givit jesu sista stot
Blodet dryper snon fargas rod
Har firas månen och kristi eviga dod
Kom igen morkrets vasen, denna natt ar evigt lång
Inatt vi fira, Inatt vi sjunga vår segersång!!!!!

[The trolls and goblins celebrate their victory over the tribe of Christ with a majestic feast and songs praising the moon. This night is eternal? Beasts of the night? This darkness will never end!]

[English translation:]

[Victory Chant]

The sun sets between mountains and ice
From the domain rises remarkable haze
Scent awakens them to stride towards
Away runs the holy christian lamb
Winds gather for the storm so powerful
Like a hurricane that sweeps towards
away runs the holy christian lamb
They shall remember this day
They shall judge of nocturnal law
Powerful song sounds from the camp of trolls
They sing to praise the condemned victory

Blood flows the soaked blade that shines
From the sword that gave Jesus the final thrust
Blood drips staining snow to red
Here celebrates moon and Christianity's everlasting death
Arrives the beasts of the darkness, this night is eternal
Tonight we celebrate, tonight we sing our victory chant!!!!!

[Mushroom Feast]

[Feasting ends in sleepy harmony as the mushrooms used as spice start to affect the minds of the celebrants. The moon stands high and everything remains dark eternal.]