En Mäktig Här

When I turned my face towards the eternal sky.
I heard a sound I'll never forget.
An army so mighty at the edge of the forest.
Could one even dream of this sight?
I took my spear, I raised my horn.
From the horn's lips, a mighty sound.
The army listened, marched forward.
They took my life, the mountain's tribe.

A gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain.
A pact that everyone forgot.
Now they rise on knotty legs,
Forward, forward, forward.
Now blood runs in rivers.
Over land and river.
A betrayal now glimpsed by the wise.
Few ears listen then.

A gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain.
A pact that everyone forgot.
Now distant lands are seen.
Forward, forward, forward.
This year they have walked, the path of war.
Blood from the west and gold from the east.
Then a lake that was the moon's play.
Was the end of victory and a hefty betrayal.
She waded there in the mud of the beginning.
Torn her hair with the poison of snakes.
Sucked souls and courage.
It has been her abyss for a thousand years.
A gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain.
A pact that everyone forgot.
Now they rise on knotty legs.
Forward, forward, forward.
Forward, forward, forward.

Now distant lands are seen.
Forward, forward, forward.
She waded there in the mud of the beginning.
Torn her hair with the poison of snakes.
Sucked souls and courage.
It has been her abyss for a thousand years.
A gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain.
A pact that everyone forgot.
Now they rise on knotty legs.
Forward, forward, forward.
Forward, forward, forward.

Now distant lands are seen.
Forward, forward, forward.