Kromlek : Fólkthing song translated to English

Words : Official English translations

Song : Fólkthing
Release : Strange rumours… distant tremors
Thanks to the band for the sharing.

Translated by Alphavarg

Fólkthing

Strange rumours resound from afar

Dimly through the misty realm

All this horror, all terrifying tales

nourish the very core of thy fears

Pass the final beaker

Horns up - here’s to victory!

Mead shall spur our spirits

Ere we march to war

My siblings, my warriors

Gather vor review

Pointy thorns, sharpened blades

Scrutinise them all

Bridle the wolves, harness the boars

At dusk we’ll foray

And ere the dawn is nigh

No one shall be alive

Pass the final beaker

Horns up - here’s to victory!

Mead shall spur our spirits

Ere we march to war

Let us feast on the Ettins - Hailed be Thrym and Surt alike

Let us curse all mankind - banish them from ettin-realm

Drive him back into the desert, all his henchmen after him

His teachings, all his lies shall soon be forgotten