Jag slipar mitt svдrd, jag oljar min brynja Flдtar mitt skдgg och tjдrar mitt tryne Solen sjunker och skyn fдrgas rцd Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt
Nattulv ska jag rida till kyrkofolkets port Dдrhдn ska jag dra mitt svдrd, slе ner var man Mеnen lyser upp mitt mцrka land Och Blod skall drickas. Blod skall drickas inatt
Svдrdet sliter en strupe opp, I snцn ligger дn en kropp. Nattulv biter ett huvud loss, Blodet rinner som en fors.
Prдstdrдpe 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, striken 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