Svartahrid Herskende I Blod
[Reigning in blood]
Like a tower from the deep
Wrought in iron
From the centre of the earth
By black magic
His tower was built
To stand there
To the end of time
Breathing death over the land
Standing like a tombstone
In this dark
And barren land,
With a thousand years
Of torment
Like the plague
They ravaged,
Ruthless and hard
Bloodthirsty sword sinks deep
Into human flesh
Blood runs red across the sword
No life is left,
Only desolation and death
Reigning in blood
