Fran en tid da allt var gryning.
Den tid som människobarn glömt.
Som en gyttja fran urtids famn.
En tid ingen kan, en tid utan namn.

I grottans djup ni legat da.
När trollfolk i vildmarken steg.
Da var ni i talen fa.
Da mitt folk gick ytans väg.

En svart hemlighet i forntids skygga.
Dold i glömska nu stenen läro mej.
Om trollkungens krig mot en giftig sugga.
Ty stenen viska den ljuga ej.

Ur sanningens källa jag tar min dödssup.
Den fylla mina lungor, den fylla min trut.
Ur sanningens källa, dunkel och djup.

[English translation:]

Song

From a time when everything was dawning
The time the human children have forgotten
Like mud from the embrace of time in memoriam
A time no one knows, a time without a name

In the deep caves you were lying
When trollkind roamed the wilderness
You were few in numbers
When my people went to the surface

A black secret in the shadows of ancient times
Forgotten knowledge the rocks now teach me
About the Trollking's war against a poisonous pig
The stone whispers, but it tells no lie

From the well of truth I now take my drink of death
It fills my lungs, it fills my snout
From the well of truth
Darkness and depth