Skövlarens Död [English translation]

I laid on the peat in a murderous blaze

Under the moss, in the sands of the mountain

Muddied and covered, clutching on a spear's handle

Impregnated with the power of ancient gods

Bedecked and masked with branches and lichen

I raised my body from the grave of the forest

When the prey approaches the end of the ridge

No light as I crawl towards the edge of the path

When the ghost of the night is released from the forest

I'm raised from the forests with an insane scream

Horror paralyses the voices of enemies

A spear bursts, impales his chest

Wasters are dying, one by one

I hang their heads on the trees' branches

They gaze there full of consternation

Regret in their look in form of carrion birds

I spread the limbs and intestines on the tiles

They become meal for the forest's beast

The earth absorbs their power, their flame

So that their kin won't dare to enter there anymore

Might is whispering in the fallen leaven

When the groves are steaming in the reddened light

I wander down under the roots' path

The forest sings its song in freedom

• Artist:Finntroll
• Album:Blodsvept (2013)