The moon shines over the lands of the north, the forest quiet in its dark grandeur
Aldhissla wanders over mountain and field
Ever watchful, he observes, this quiet and dark place
He sits in his cave, guarding his golden treasure
His home filled with darkness and ice
This underworld, land of eternal night
Master Aldhissla, The troll who hears everything
Master Aldhissla, Evil that never dies
No man ever here treads, no man-child ever here born
Emptiness and quiet reigns
Not a trace, not a sign of he who bears the cross.
Aldhissla never shuts his eyes, he never sleeps
No one comes here with lies on their tongues
Beautiful and mighty, rich is the northern night without Jehovah!
Master Aldhissla, The troll who hears everything
Master Aldhissla, Evil that never dies
Loneliness, A sign of power
Everything to see, A sign of power
Immortality, A sign of power