[Tundra, Trollhorn / Katla]

Blodet skljer n en gng
Skogens mossor och kala berg

Kom alla hr min sng
Vi tar deras liv n en gng

Se forna tiders eld, beskda dess prakt
Dra ihop till dans i urgyttjans takt
Kom tm ditt stop med trollkrigars heder
Gammelfar nu dryckoslaget leder

Sgtandat spjut och kniven s skarp
Kristmn nu falla vi ta deras skalp
Omhndertagen av forna minnens vv
Krigsruset samlas ditt stop i kften hv

S vakna anden ny ilska alla fr
Med spjut och svrd vi p krigsstigen gr
Hj era stop fr fiendens dd
Krigsrus nu vckas med stat mjd

Vid mnens sken vi dem tar
S vi renar vr skog
Tills ingen kristen finns kvar
Tills ingen kristen finns kvar

[English translation:]

War Mead

The blood washes once again
The forest's mosses and barren mountains

Come all, here my song
We will take their lives once more!

See the fires of forgotten times, behold their magnificence
Have everyone dance in the ancient mud's pace
Come empty your tankard with Troll warrior's honor.
Grandfather leads the drinking binge

Barbed spear and knife so sharp
Christ's men now fall, we take their scalps
Taken care of by ancient memories' web
The thrill of war thickens in your tankard, heave it down

So awaken the spirit, newfound fury for all
With spear and sword we walk the path of war
Make a toast for the death of our enemies
The thrill of war now awakened by sugared mead

In the moonshine we will take them
So we cleanse our forest
Until no Christian is left
Until no Christian is left