Kitteldags [English translation]

Human folk doesn't feast

The Oldfather's dismembered (them)

Ancient anger and sorcery,

Witchcraft have put an end to the feast !

So quickly now they will roast

As they once roasted us

They'll be salted, they'll be boiled

The flesh will flake away from the bones

So quickly now they will roast

They'll be salted, they'll be boiled

The meal's reached its end

Many satisfied and happy troll stomachs,

Little trolls tearing the flesh

Rivfader* takes the stride

So quickly now they will roast

As they once roasted us

They'll be salted, they'll be boiled

The flesh will flake away from the bones

So quickly now they will roast

They'll be salted, they'll be boiled

Full of hate

The priest becomes food

He is laid on a dish

Full of hate

The priest becomes food

He is laid on a dish

*Rivfader, the “Ripfather”, is the father and guide of the Troll race in its endless war against the Christian plague that afflicts the Northern lands