Slaget Vid Blodsälv

Now the forest moves on its own
A thousand trolls march as one
Not a sound, not a whisper is heard
War pigs are driven across the river

Soon they will fight
Axes raised high to the sky
Panic and fear
Now see the Christians bow down

On the troll lord's snout now rises a grin
He raises his axe, he whips his pig
Faces twist in anger, others twist in fright
As the troll army rides forth
In a storm of blood and muck

So they fall one after another
A wind howls of blood and limb
Yet fewer are the trolls who protect their homes

As if by a miracle they meet
King of Jehovah's people, those who pray
And the troll lord's axe now sinks
And by a mighty blow, the king is cleaved in two