Huvudjägarsång [English translation]

The clock is chiming, ding dong

The night is long

Drunk on blood we're singing our headhunter song

Tick, tack, ding, dong

To the hunting moon's path

In the hour of the wolf we're singing our headhunter song

The clock is chiming five to twelve

The clapper is a folding piston

The torchlight's cold light

Shines over the frozen gravel

Drunk off the juice of hate

That paid us with strength to act

In the group we get feeble courage

Together we will spill blood

When you plane [wood], shavings fall

And plane we will

Unease in the smallest moon

There's no one we want to listen to

The clock is chiming, ding dong

The night is long

Drunk on blood we're singing our headhunter song

Tick, tack, ding, dong

To the hunting moon's path

In the hour of the wolf we're singing our headhunter song

Law is a forfeited word

For the dark mob horde of revenge

Drive keeps the highest pace

And the annex offers slaughter

Friends are no longer friends

Enemies are all we see

The informer's high cry

Accompanies death's crowd

Fault and accusation are

Exactly the same for us

Heads will roll here

Watch our torches flame

The clock is chiming, ding dong

The night is long

Drunk on blood we're singing our headhunter song

Tick, tack, ding, dong

To the hunting moon's path

In the hour of the wolf we're singing our headhunter song