Att Döda Med En Sten [English translation]

To kill with a stone

From the darkest shadows of thickets and trees

I'm sneaking forward to make the deadly cut

He hears me running and screaming as I rush

Hatred, blood and anger roar in my ears

My eyes are wide open, myknuckles get white from the fear

A struggle between two troning souls has begun

Deadly struggle!

Bodies make a hateful encounter in the glow of dawn

It's the smell of sweat, fear, contemt and death

We're wrestling, we're strangling and scratching each other, then we fall

It's a deadly struggle on the roots and the cold mug

I forgot a long time ago whether I'm evil or good

I'm biting an arm and I taste the blood

My blood flows in the heat of battle

When my hand gives out, he screams his victory

The sharp stone with noble shape

The god of revenge laid me down

Take me, raise me

He said, hit!

Take me, raise me

He said, hit!

So now his punishment, my fate begins

Crashing the skull, the stone becomes red

Through a curtain of flames everything turned

When I'm seniding him down the abyss

Eyes full of loss and so pale

I call death with no hesitation

• Artist:Finntroll
• Album:Vredesvävd