Текст песни: Finntroll. Ur Jordens Djup. En Mäktig Här.

:
Da jag rest mitt tryne mot den eviga skyn.
Jag horde ett late jag aldrig glomma.
En har sa maktig vid skogens bryn.
Fa denna syn ens kunnat dromma.
Jag tog mitt spjut jag lyfte mitt horn.
Fran hornets lappar en maktig ton.
Haren lystrade marscherade fram.
De gav sig mitt liv, bergets stamm.

En gava av urbergets ande.
En pakt som alla glomt.
Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben,
Fram, fram, fram.
Blodet nu rinna i floder.
Over mark och flod.
Ett svek nu skymtats av vise.
Fa oron lyssna da.

En gava av urbergets ande.
En pakt som alla glomt.
Nu skymtas fjarran lander.
Fram, fram, fram.
I ar de vandrat, krigets vag.
Blod ur vast och guld fran ost.
Da en tjarn som var manens lek.
Blev segerns slut och ett digert svek.
Hon vadat dar i borjans gyttja.
Slitit sitt har med ormars gift.
Sugit sjalar och mannamod.
Det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar.
En gava av urbergets ande.
En pakt som alla glomt.
Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben.
Fram, fram, fram.
Fram, fram, fram.

Blodet nu rinna i floder.
Over mark och flod.
Ett svek nu skymtats av vise.
Fa oron lyssna da.
En gava av urbergets ande.
En pakt som alla glomt.
Nu skymtas fjarran lander.
Fram, fram, fram.

Hon vadat dar i borjans gyttja.
Slitit sitt har med ormars gift.
Sugit sjalar och mannamod.
Det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar.
En gava av urbergets ande.
En pakt som alla glomt.
Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben.
Fram, fram, fram.
Fram, fram, fram.

Nu skymtas fjarran lander.
Fram, fram, fram.

[English translation:]

A Mighty Horde

When I raised my snout towards the eternal sky
I heard a sound I can never forget
A mighty horde at the edge of the forest
Few could even dream this sight

I took my spear, I lifted my horn
From the lips of the horn came a mighty call
The horde listnened, marching forward
They gave me their lives, the tribe of the mountain

A gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain
A forgotten pact
Now they are dragged forth on gnarled legs
Forward! Forward! Forward!

Blod runs like a river
Over the land and the streams
A betrayal now sensed by the wise ones
Few ears listened then

A gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain
A forgotten pact
Now distant lands are closer
Forward! Forward! Forward!

For years they have wandered
The path of war
Blood from the west and gold from the east
Then a bog where the moon played
Became the end of victory and a bitter betrayal

She waded in the mud of ancient times
Torn her hair with snake venom
Drained souls and the courage of armies
It has been her abyss for a thousand years

A gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain
A forgotten pact
Now they are dragged forth on gnarled legs
Forward! Forward! Forward!

Blod runs like a river
Over the land and the streams
A betrayal now sensed by the wise ones
Few ears listened then

A gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain
A forgotten pact
Now distant lands are closer
Forward! Forward! Forward!