A loud scream in longing
Aesar drowns in path wounds
In strong arms grow
Corridors full of rot
The mountain did not let up
No more hope< br/>Let the slave own
Your own freedom
When kings follow
Christian law
Who will bring the silver
Who will guard the book
Who will judge rightly
When the heart is made of coal
Skinless worm brood
Who will surely come to
Such a world
The stormy men kill
His offspring with dull swords
Let them repent, let them suffer
But do they not console
Never give them the hand,
Let them never see the eye< br/>Toothless meatpack
Who wants to listen to such words
Kvite Christian kill his own mother
Let them freeze, let them starve
But comfort they don't.
Shall I build the wall