Lyrics of Den Hornkrönte Konungen (Rivfaders Tron) - Finntroll

Den Hornkrönte Konungen (Rivfaders Tron) (original)

En ensam skugga nu ridit fram
Nu stigit herren av nordens hemliga folk
Han stirrar mot fjällen, han lyfter sin arm
Drakblod koka i dennes barm
Kung över folken av troll, hornkrönt står han
Härskare utav allt ur mörkrets famn
De samlas ur skogens svarta natt
De vandra från fjäll och sjö
Vätte och troll, svartalf och varg
Björnens ande och havets mö
Vid trolltronens fot nu samlas de
De hopas i skock för att alla se
Här samlas troll, oknytt och rå
De jubla och fira så gott de må
Snart hörs ett muller, ett mäktigt dån
Så varslas döden av Jehovas son
Så stiga fram denna hedniska här
Och Rivfader, härskaren, fram de bär…
The Horn Crowned King (Rivfaders Throne)
A lonely shadow now riding forward
Now revealed is the Lord of the hidden people in the north
He stares at the mountains, he lifts his arm
Dragon’s blood would boil in his grip
King of the Trolls, horns crowned he stands
Regent of everything in darkness' embrace
They gather from the black night of the forest
They wander from mountain peaks and snow
Wight and troll, black elf and wolf
The bear’s spirit and the sea’s maiden
At the foot of the throne of trolls the now gather
They congregate in masses to see
Here gather trolls, rugged and raw
They celebrate and hail as loud as they can
Soon a rumble is heard, a majestic roar
So the death of Jehovah’s children is brought on
So treading forward, this pagan throng
And Rivfader, the Regent, they bear ever forward

(translation)

A lone shadow now rode forth
Now the lord of the secret people of the North has risen
He stares at the mountains, he raises his arm
Dragon blood boil in his bosom
King over the peoples of trolls, horned he stands
Ruler of everything out of the arms of darkness
They gather from the black night of the forest
They hike from mountains and lakes
Wet and troll, black elf and wolf
The bear's spirit and the sea maiden
At the foot of the throne now they gather
They gather in shock for all to see
Here trolls gather, unknowable and raw
They rejoice and celebrate as best they can
Soon a rumble is heard, a mighty roar
Thus the death of Jehovah's son is foretold
So rise up this pagan here
And Rivfader, the ruler, forward they carry…
The Horn Crowned King (Rivfaders Throne)
A lonely shadow now riding forward
Now revealed is the Lord of the hidden people in the north
He stares at the mountains, he lifts his arm
Dragon’s blood would boil in his grip
King of the Trolls, horns crowned he stands
Regent of everything in darkness' embrace
They gather from the black night of the forest
They wander from mountain peaks and snow
Wight and troll, black elf and wolf
The bear’s spirit and the sea’s maiden
At the foot of the throne of trolls the now gather
They congregate in masses to see
Here gather trolls, rugged and raw
They celebrate and hail as loud as they can
Soon a rumble is heard, a majestic roar
So the death of Jehovah's children is brought on
So treading forward, this pagan throng
And Rivfader, the Regent, they bear ever forward