Jag slipar mitt svrd, jag oljar min brynja
Fltar mitt skgg och tjrar mitt tryne
Solen sjunker och skyn frgas rd
Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt

Nattulv ska jag rida till kyrkofolkets port
Drhn ska jag dra mitt svrd, sl ner var man
Mnen lyser upp mitt mrka land
Och Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt

Svrdet sliter en strupe opp,
I snn ligger n en kropp.
Nattulv biter ett huvud loss,
Blodet rinner som en fors.

Prstdrpe 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