[Trollhorn / Katla]
En ensam skugga nu ridit fram
Nu stigit herren av nordens hemliga folk
Han stirrar mot fj?llen, han lyfter sin arm
Drakblod koka i dennes barm
Kung ?ver folken av troll, hornkr?nt st?r han
H?rskare utav allt ur m?rkrets famn
De samlas ur skogens svarta natt
De vandra fr?n fj?ll och sj?
V?tte och troll, svartalf och varg
bj?rnens ande och havets m?
Vid trolltronens fot nu samlas de
De hopas i skock f?r att alla se
H?r samlas troll, oknytt och r?
De jubla och fira s? gott de m?
Snart h?rs ett muller, ett m?ktigt d?n
S? varslas d?den av Jehovas son
S? stiga fram denna hedniska h?r
Och Rivfader, h?rskaren, fram de b?r...
[English translation:]
The Horn Crowned King (Rivfaders Throne)
A lonely shadow now riding forward
Now revealed is the Lord of the hidden people in the north.
He stares at the mountains, he lifts his arm
Dragon's blood would boil in his grip
King of the Trolls, horns crowned he stands
Regent of everything in darkness' embrace
They gather from the black night of the forest
They wander from mountain peaks and snow
Wight and troll, black elf and wolf
The bear's spirit and the sea's maiden
At the foot of the throne of trolls the now gather
They congregate in ma**es to see
Here gather trolls, rugged and raw
They celebrate and hail as loud as they can
Soon a rumble is heard, a majestic roar
So the d**h of Jehovah's children is brought on
So treading forward, this pagan throng
And Rivfader, the Regent, they bear ever forward.