straightly northwart we go
we should find the black mountain
our praised land - the underworld
the land no one has entered jet
in the underworld we should stay
our strenght rises constantly
and at the last day we will bunch out
to get back what belonget to us
** sky stays black and red
bacause of ashes and fire
once again we will bunch out
from the black mountain
straightly northwart we go
we should find the black mountain
our praised land - the underworld
the land no one has entered jet
accompany me to the trollkings throne
come along, come along with a sword in your hand
here grows no wrong belief
here should no ** find calmness
here he sitson his throne
here he reigns with fire and steel