[Music: Tundra / Trollhorn, Lyrics: Wilska]

Jag hrde en sng frn djupet.
Under vgen, vgen s hga.
Blset grtar som en kvinna
med en dd barn p hennes rygg.

P hennes rygg!

Sjvttan ger ingen bot.
Sjunger han med kalla vindar.
Mnniskofolk flyr som lammar.
Frn sjfolkets lot.

Dda havet!
Vgor som blod!
D hjlper dig ingen gud.
Dda havet!
Vgor som blod.
I natt far vi ut.

Vi stiger fram i natt...
Sjunga urgamla visor!
Rda mot, mot din strand.
Plundra dina byar.

Sjvttan ger ingen bot.
Sjunger han med kalla vindar.
Mnniskofolk flyr som lammar.
Frn sjfolkets hot.

Dda havet!
Vgor som blod!
D hjlper dig ingen gud.
Dda havet!
Vgor som blod.
I natt far vi ut.

Fiskarens Fiende!

[English translation:]

Fisherman's Enemy

I heard a song from the deep
Under the waves, the high waves
The wind crying like an old woman
With a dead child on her back

On her back!

The sea monster shows no remorse
He sings he with cold winds
Tribes of man flee like lambs
From the sea-people's threat
Dead sea!
Waves like blood!
Then no God will help you
Dead sea!
Waves like blood!
Tonight we depart

We tread forth in night
Singing ancient hymns
Approach your beach
Pillage your villages

The sea monster shows no remorse
He sings he with cold winds
Tribes of man flee like lambs
From the sea-people's threat

Fisherman's Enemy!