Red sparks fill the sky and they fall to the earth on fire

The bright stars fade away and the moon is turning to red

The dark woods of the valley whisper stories of an old witch

Living on the great hill covered by ice and snow



The strongest soul above them all start to sing the poem of force

To beat the evil, to beat the night

The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands

Breaks the eternal chains of sleep



The old witch hears the silence, she sees the village enchanted

By the power of her magic, gathered from the mists of the dark

The everlasting winter's draining the power of the people

She feels it in her veins... And another one falls asleep



The strongest soul above them all start to sing the poem of force

To beat the evil, to beat the night

The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands

Breaks the eternal chains of sleep... And darkness...



"My holy ancestors, hear my voice, bless this final fight

Raise this verse to the secret place, where dead birds fly"



I can feel my ancestors to join me and my soul, I feel their power inside me

I can hear the rhythm of my troll drum and how it shakes the earth

I can see the sun rise after all these years, the golden sun rays

And the spell is starting to fade away... To fade away...



So fell the black witch and she froze to ice forever

So came the mighty wind and blew to the dark red sky

Remains of the evil was spread by the north wind

And they formed into bright northern lights



The strongest soul above them all started to sing the poem of force

To beat the evil, to beat the night

The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands

Broke the eterna