Ein jotne skrik i lengsel

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