Den Hornkrönte Konungen [Rivfaders Tron] [English translation]

A lonely shadow now riding forward

Now revealed is the Lord of the hidden people in the north.

He stares at the mountains, he lifts his arm

Dragon's blood would boil in his grip

King of the Trolls, horns crowned he stands

Regent of everything in darkness' embrace

They gather from the black night of the forest

They wander from mountain peaks and snow

Wight and troll, black elf and wolf

The bear's spirit and the sea's maiden

At the foot of the throne of trolls the now gather

They congregate in masses to see

Here gather trolls, rugged and raw

They celebrate and hail as loud as they can

Soon a rumble is heard, a majestic roar

So the death of Jehovah's children is brought on

So treading forward, this pagan throng

And Rivfader, the Regent, they bear ever forward.