Ett norrskensdd av ndls skam
Ett drp i dyster stund
En skarp sten en skalle sprttad
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 gon bara en best, ingen sans
D han dansade drparens dans
Han stnkte p berg och backe
Han ylade och skrek
Mordens smak i rder mund
Garmens blick i mnens stund
Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod
Den natt han begick sitt mannamord
I hans gon bara en best, ingen sans
D han dansade drparens dans
D han dansade drparens dans
Snart sprang han sin skog
Han lpte bland is och driva
I ndls tid och vintervarv
Bojor av mnens skiva
Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod
Den natt kan begick sitt mannamord
I hans gon bara en best, ingen sans
D han dansade drparens dans
Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod
Den natt han begick sitt mannamord
I hans gon bara en best, ingen sans
D han dansade drparens 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 slaughterers 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 slaughterers dance
Then he danced the slaughterers dance
Soon he ran into their forest
He ran past ice and drifts of snow
In endless time and winters 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 slaughterers 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 slaughterers dance