Med skrik och skrn som tusen korpars rop.
Vi sliter oss fram ut ur berg och grop
Klor vassa som svrd, kftar lik ulvens
Fram kommer vttar, smaka vr eld

Vi dricka ert blod, vr livets saft
S mycket av det, vi inte p rtusenden haft
Blod och lik nordens kanter randa
Vi r hr, Vi r hr. VTTEANDA

gon lysa bland skuggor, nbb och klo
Ktt skall slitas fr okristen tro

Oftt barn och havande kvinna
de smaka bst i nattens dimma

RIV,BRDER,RIV!
RIV,BRDER,RIV!
RIV,BRDER,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!