Aesar druknar i banesr
I sterke armar veks
Gangar full av rte
Fjella let seg ikkje
Lenger lfte
Berre trellen eig
Sin eigen fridom
Nr kongar fylgjer
Kristenmanns lov
Kven skal bera fram slvet
Kven skal vakta bogen
Kven skal dme rett
Nr hjarta er av kol
Skinnlaus ormyngel
Kven vil vel kome til
Slik ei verd
Dei storme menn drep
Sitt avkom med slve sverd
La dei angre, la dei lide
Men tryst dei ikkje
Gje dei aldri handa,
La dei aldri sj auget
Tannlaust kjterpakk
Kven vil vel hyre p slike ord
Kvite krist drep si eiga mor
La dei fryse, la dei svelte
Men tryst dei ikkje
Om dei f orkar turnen,
Skal me byggja muren
Om dei f orkar turen,
Skal me byggja muren
Om dei f orkar turen
Skal me byggja muren
[English translation:]
[THE HIVE]
A troll screams with longing
Gods drown in fatal wounds
Tunnels of rot grows inside
Strong arms
The mountains will no longer be moved
Only the slave owns his own freedom
When kings follow the laws of christened men
Who will carry forth the silver
Who will guard the bow
Who will judge fairly
With hearts of coal
Worm with no skin
Who would want to
Enter such a world
The great men kill their children with blunt swords
Let them regret
Let them suffer
But give them no comfort
Never give them your hand
Never let them see the eye
Toothless bastards
Who wants to hear such words
The white christ kills his mother
Let them freeze, let them starve
But give them no comfort
If the few endures the journ
