Translation of the song lyrics Födosagan - Finntroll

Födosagan (original)

Stigen leder högre upp
Mot svarta bergens snövita topp
En ädel syn ny väntas kan
Styrka uråldrig och ära sann
Jag döper mitt sinne
I sanningens bäck
Ur berget den rinna
Denna becksvarta ådra
Ur isen en staty
Av makt nu stiga
I nordiska natten
Tusen ögon skina
Berget dåna, kraft mig fylla
Denna urgud alla trollfolk hylla
Denna jord denna kraft
Som nu visat sig
Denna makt som lovats
Förnekas ej
Ett spjut jag skall smida och vässa
Trollfolkens krona skall pryda min hjässa
Den dag dock råda då jag heta kung
Rivfaders strävan må vara tung
Kung över folken av troll!
The path leads higher up
Towards the black mountain’s snow-white summit
A majestic view awaits
Ancient strength and true honor
I baptize my soul
In the stream of truth
Through the mountain it runs
This artery black as night
Out of the ice a statue
Of power, now rises
In the Nordic night
A thousand eyes shine
The mountain roars, fills me with might
This ancient God all the Troll tribes hail
This soil, this might
That has now showed itself
The power that was promised
Is not denied
A spear I will forge and sharpen
The crown of the Trolls shall perch on my head
The day now reigns, when I am called King
Rivfader’s goal may yet be heavy
King of the tribes of Trolls!

Födosagan (translation)

The path leads higher up
Towards the snow-white peak of the black mountains
A noble vision new can be expected
Strength ancient and glory true
I baptize my mind
In the brook of truth
From the mountain it flows
This pitch black vein
Ur ice and statue
Of power now rise
In the Nordic night
A thousand eyes shine
The mountain roars, force me to fill
This primordial god all wizards praise
This earth this power
As now shown
This power promised
Not denied
A spear I will forge and sharpen
The crown of the wizards will adorn my head
The day, however, prevailed when I was called king
The father's aspiration may be heavy
King over the peoples of trolls!
The path leads higher up
Towards the black mountain’s snow-white summit
A majestic view awaits
Ancient strength and true honor
I baptize my soul
In the stream of truth
Through the mountain it runs
This artery black as night
Out of the ice a statue
Of power, now rises
In the Nordic night
A thousand eyes shine
The mountain roars, fills me with might
This ancient God all the Troll tribes hail
This soil, this might
That has now shown itself
The power that was promised
Is not denied
A spear I will forge and sharpen
The crown of the Trolls shall perch on my head
The day now reigns, when I am called King
Rivfader's goal may still be heavy
King of the tribes of Trolls!