hogst uppe bland snaren pa hallens kalla stormiga topp
dar en ilsken karring i en kylig mork grotta alltid bott
foljer smygande tass och springande fot
hon roster fornimmat i tras och vind
all vandra fran denna vida bygd for att smaka karringens haxbrygd
hon givit vit eld ur brunnen djup
kom hit nu framling ta dej en sup
sjalar vandra for nattlig blot
high up among brushwood on a mountain's cold stormy peak
a mad bitch has always lived there in a dark
sneaking paws and running feet follow
a night of insidious deeds
wandered for nocturnal atonement
she is accepted in the trees and the wind
all are traveling from wide across their regions to get a taste of the witch's potion
she keeps a white fire in a deep pit
spirits wander for nocturnal atonement
a forgotten murderous threat
wandered for nocturnal atonement