Röd snö [English translation]

Two shadows are visible in the moonlight,

in the blowing snow four legs maunder.

The first caws evil hate,

the other circles desperately.

A bitter tear, a cold gaze,

a bitterness in a poisonous sting.

The hand held hard around the handle,

where the first shadow brokenly fell.

The first one's death, the other's deed,

when nobody could show mercy.

The first one's blade, the other pulled

and stabbed so that the first one died.

People searched then, people search now,

the first one of the two men,

that under moonlight, somewhere,

took part in this death-dance

Red snow, red snow

Red snow, red snow

A deep and pitiful abyss

dwells in the bottom of every soul,

that yearning of hunger

makes is carrier into a slave.

It grows like rot

if it once has taken root

and burns like fever

the one that can't resist.

There is no antidote

if it once has inhaled air.

It crushes rejoice and happiness

and it suppresses common sense.

It doesn't have any bounds,

it wants to see brothers die,

It vitiates the spirits purity

just like blood paints snow.

What did they fight about, what did they fight for.

In struggle that kills and destroys.

The first one doesn't have anything left

of that which now the second one now has.

One has life, one has death,

where the blood poured warm and red.

One has lost life and gold,

the other has won everlasting guilt.

Red snow