Now the forest itself moves
A thousand trolls cross a river
No sound no whisper is heard
Warpigs over the river is driven
Soon they will fight
The axe is lifted toward the sky
Panic and fear
Now see christian men bend
On the troll lord's snout a grin is spread
He lifts his axe, he whips his pig
Faces distort to anger, others distort to fear
When the troll's army ride ahead
In a storm of blood and faeces
So fall man after man
So whines a wind of blood and limbs
Less thou of them
Trolls that protects their home
As by a miracle they met
King over Jehova's people, they that pray
And the troll lord's axe descends now
And with a mighty blow the king is cloven in two
On the troll lord's snout a grin is spread
He lifts his axe, he whips his pig