Translation of the song lyrics Ett Norrskensdåd - Finntroll

Ett Norrskensdåd (original)

Ett norrskensdåd av ändlös skam
Ett dråp i dyster stund
En skarp sten en skalle sprättad
Han drack av liv och lust
Han drack av liv och lust
Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod
Den natt han begick sitt mannamord
I hans ögon bara en best, ingen sans
Då han dansade dräparens dans
Han stänkte på berg och backe
Han ylade och skrek
Mordens smak i röder mund
Garmens blick i månens stund
Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod
Den natt han begick sitt mannamord
I hans ögon bara en best, ingen sans
Då han dansade dräparens dans
Då han dansade dräparens dans
Snart sprang han sin skog
Han löpte bland is och driva
I ändlös tid och vintervarv
Bojor av månens skiva
Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod
Den natt kan begick sitt mannamord
I hans ögon bara en best, ingen sans
Då han dansade dräparens dans
Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod
Den natt han begick sitt mannamord
I hans ögon bara en best, ingen sans
Då han dansade dräparens dans
A deed of the northern lights with endless shame
Manslaughter at the dark hour
A sharp stone shattered skulls
He drank life and passion
He drank life and passion
Salty and thick was blood from the bosom
On that night he committed the gracious murder
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance
He climbed to the mountains and hills
He howled and screamed
Taste of murder in the red mouth
A glance of horror in the hour of moon
Salty and thick was blood from the bosom
On that night he committed the gracious murder
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance
Soon he ran into their forest
He ran past ice and drifts of snow
In endless time and winter’s cycle
Curves of the crescent moon
Salty and thick was blood from the bosom
On that night he committed the gracious murder
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance
Salty and thick was blood from the bosom
On that night he committed the gracious murder
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance

(translation)

An act of aurora borealis of endless shame
A murder in a gloomy moment
A sharp stone a skull cracked
He drank of life and desire
He drank of life and desire
For salt and thick was bare blood
The night he committed suicide
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the killer's dance
He splashed on mountains and hills
He howled and screamed
The taste of murder in red mouth
The gaze of the garm in the moment of the moon
For salt and thick was bare blood
The night he committed suicide
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the killer's dance
Then he danced the killer's dance
Soon he ran his forest
He ran among ice and drift
In endless time and winter laps
Shackles of the moon's disk
For salt and thick was bare blood
That night may have committed her manslaughter
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the killer's dance
For salt and thick was bare blood
The night he committed suicide
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the killer's dance
A deed of the northern lights with endless shame
Manslaughter at the dark hour
A sharp stone shattered skulls
He drank life and passion
He drank life and passion
Salty and thick was blood from the bosom
On that night he committed the gracious murder
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance
He climbed to the mountains and hills
He howled and screamed
Taste of murder in the red mouth
A glance of horror in the hour of moon
Salty and thick was blood from the bosom
On that night he committed the gracious murder
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance
Soon he ran into their forest
He ran past ice and drifts of snow
In endless time and winter’s cycle
Curves of the crescent moon
Salty and thick was blood from the bosom
On that night he committed the gracious murder
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance
Salty and thick was blood from the bosom
On that night he committed the gracious murder
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
Then he danced the slaughterer’s dance