en maktig har

da jag rest mitt tryne mot den eviga skyn

jag horde ett late jag aldrig glomma

en har sa maktig vid skogens bryn

fa denna syn ens kunnat dromma

jag tog mitt spjut jag lyfte mitt horn

fran hornets lappar en maktig ton

haren lystrade marscherade fram

de gav sig mitt liv

bergets stamm

en gava av urbergets ande

en pakt som alla glomt

nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben

fram

fram

fram!

blodet nu rinna i floder

over mark och flod

ett svek nu skymtats av vise

fa oron lyssna da

en gava av urbergets ande

en pakt som alla glomt

nu skymtas fjarran lander

fram

fram

fram!

i ar de vandrat

krigets vag

blod ur vast och guld fran ost

da en tjarn som var manens lek

blev segerns slut och ett digert svek

hon vadat dar i borjans gyttja

slitit sitt har med ormars gift

sugit sjalar och mannamod

det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar

en gava av urbergets ande

en pakt som alla glomt

nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben

fram

fram

fram!

fram

fram

fram!

blodet nu rinna i floder

over mark och flod

ett svek nu skymtats av vise

fa oron lyssna da

en gava av urbergets ande

en pakt som alla glomt

nu skymtas fjarran lander

fram

fram

fram!

hon vadat dar i borjans gyttja

slitit sitt har med ormars gift

sugit sjalar och mannamod

det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar

en gava av urbergets ande

en pakt som alla glomt

nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben

fram

fram

fram!

fram

fram

fram!

nu skymtas fjarran lander

fram

fram

fram!

when i raised my snout towards the eternal sky

i heard a sound i can never forget

a mighty horde at the edge of the forest

few could even dream this sight

i took my spear

i lifted my horn

from the lips of the horn came a mighty call

the horde listnened

marching forward

they gave me their lives

the tribe of the mountain

a gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain

a forgotten pact

now they are dragged forth on gnarled legs

forward! forward! forward!

blood runs like a river

over the land and the streams

a betrayal now sensed by the wise ones

few ears listened then

a gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain

a forgotten pact

now distant lands are closer

forward! forward! forward!

for years they have wandered

the path of war

blood from the west and gold from the east

then a bog where the moon played

became the end of victory and a bitter betrayal

she waded in the mud of ancient times

torn her hair with snake venom

drained souls and the courage of armies

it has been her abyss for a thousand years

a gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain

a forgotten pact

now they are dragged forth on gnarled legs

forward! forward! forward!

blood runs like a river

over the land and the streams

a betrayal now sensed by the wise ones

few ears listened then

a gift from the spirit of the ancient mountain

a forgotten pact

now distant lands are closer

forward! forward! forward!