Att Döda Med En Sten [English translation]
Att Döda Med En Sten [English translation]
To kill with a stone
From the darkest shadows of thickets and trees
I'm sneaking forward to make the deadly cut
He hears me running and screaming as I rush
Hatred, blood and anger roar in my ears
My eyes are wide open, myknuckles get white from the fear
A struggle between two troning souls has begun
Deadly struggle!
Bodies make a hateful encounter in the glow of dawn
It's the smell of sweat, fear, contemt and death
We're wrestling, we're strangling and scratching each other, then we fall
It's a deadly struggle on the roots and the cold mug
I forgot a long time ago whether I'm evil or good
I'm biting an arm and I taste the blood
My blood flows in the heat of battle
When my hand gives out, he screams his victory
The sharp stone with noble shape
The god of revenge laid me down
Take me, raise me
He said, hit!
Take me, raise me
He said, hit!
So now his punishment, my fate begins
Crashing the skull, the stone becomes red
Through a curtain of flames everything turned
When I'm seniding him down the abyss
Eyes full of loss and so pale
I call death with no hesitation
- Artist:Finntroll
- Album:Vredesvävd