Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Korpens Saga, artist - Finntroll. Album song Ur Jordens Djup, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Swedish
Korpens Saga(original) |
Jag sag min här av troll och vätte. |
Slappa spjut sa langt ögat mätte. |
Tusende kroppar alla döda och svala. |
Min arme ur skogen nu lag i dvala. |
Da sjöng honan mörk en sang av hat. |
Hon lovade bort gravor själar till mat. |
At en dyster ande ur springornas rike. |
En runa ristades aldrig skadats en like. |
Som en blixt i natten av eldens färg. |
En kraft som kväljde i kött och märg. |
En tunga av illdad och sottig svärta. |
Nu hördes et skrik av tusens smärta. |
Skogens topp och klippans kant som värn. |
Svart som askmoln och skogens tjärn. |
Fjädrar nu spreta där skinnet voro. |
Till tiders slut de nu ropa sin oro. |
Sa miste rivarn sin bror av kamp. |
De flög sin väg till världens kant. |
Av ett glömt och fasligt trolldoms dad. |
Det förkolnade sinnet kände ingen nad. |
Nu faller skyars svarta mästare. |
Slagsfältets kall och likets kyla. |
Än fulla av slagens rus och svekets hat. |
De gnaga utan ära pa krigets ruttna mat. |
… till Tiders ände. |
The Tale Of The Raven |
I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths |
Bent spears as far as the eye can see |
A thousand bodies all dead and cold |
My forest army now lies in hibernation |
Then she sang a dark tune of hate |
She promised gifts, souls for food |
To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight |
A rune etched, one never before seen |
Like a lightning bolt in the night with firey color |
A force that swells in flesh and marrow |
A tongue of ill omen and black stains |
Now heard are screams of thousands in pain |
Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage |
Black as thunderheads and forest bogs |
Feathers sprouting where skin once was |
Til the end of time they proclaim their worries |
So did the shredder lost his brother in war |
They flew to the edge of the world |
By a forgotten and sinister magic |
The charred spirit felt no remorse |
Now falls the master of black skies |
The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse |
Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate |
They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war |
…until the end of Time |
(translation) |
I said my army of trolls and water. |
Flabby spears as far as the eye could see. |
A thousand bodies all dead and cool. |
My arm out of the forest now lay dormant. |
Then the female darkly sang a song of hatred. |
She promised away grave souls for food. |
That a gloomy spirit from the Realm of the Cracks. |
A rune was carved never damaged a like. |
Like a flash in the night of the color of fire. |
A power that choked on flesh and marrow. |
A tongue of fired and sooty blackness. |
Now a cry of a thousand pains was heard. |
The top of the forest and the edge of the cliff as protection. |
Black as ash clouds and forest ponds. |
Feathers now spread where the skins were. |
At the end of time they now shout their concerns. |
Sa revarn lost his brother from battle. |
They flew their way to the edge of the world. |
Of a forgotten and horrible sorcery deed. |
The charred mind felt no nad. |
Now the black champions of the sky are falling. |
The cold of the battlefield and the cold of the corpse. |
Still full of the intoxication of battle and the hatred of betrayal. |
They gnawed without honor on the rotten food of war. |
... until the end of time. |
The Tale Of The Raven |
I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths |
Bent spears as far as the eye can see |
A thousand bodies all dead and cold |
My forest army now lies in hibernation |
Then she sang a dark tune of hate |
She promised gifts, souls for food |
To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight |
A rune etched, one never before seen |
Like a lightning bolt in the night with fiery color |
A force that swells in flesh and marrow |
A tongue of ill omen and black stains |
Now heard are screams of thousands in pain |
Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage |
Black as thunderheads and forest bogs |
Feathers sprouting where skin once was |
Til the end of time they proclaim their worries |
So did the shredder lose his brother in war |
They flew to the edge of the world |
By a forgotten and sinister magic |
The charred spirit felt no remorse |
Now falls the master of black skies |
The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse |
Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate |
They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war |
…until the end of Time |