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Troll Gegen Mann

Vikingene maser, wo kommt kapteinen fra?
Eit troll mit grose wunschen de faen nicht kan fordra
Hatet går i bølger, und volden sitter løst,
Meire sopp no menn, berserk gegen fremmede møs
På das perfekt mjød, kapteinen leder jakt ann
Alle trollen können ofres, die auge ist für auges wahnsinn, troll gegen mann
Blodet bruser
Troll gegen mann, kraftig i vomma gros und stramm
Troll gegen mann, vikingene trinken heller mjød enn vann
Fråden stehen stri und tørsten wird zu schwer. Medfødt urtørst lever, mye vil ha mer.
Blodøks gegen trollets never, stahl mot den beinharde knoklete hud
Felles hat blir opplyst. Gamle minner kommer fram.
Beiden eter gern de usle kristne
Mann und troll sind trinken, und praten vilt und høyt,
Sie skryter av gamle drepte kristne, beiden ljuger drøyt!
Der vikingmann er sagt, etter ein kleine stund
Dykk skal lære hemmeligheita, vi skal gi dykk gull i munn!
Mann und troll sind trinken, und praten vilt und høyt,
Sie skryter av gamle drepte kristne, beiden ljuger drøyt!
(Felles hat blir opplyst. Beiden eter gern de usle kristne)
Das erste håndtrykk zwischen troll und mann
Sverd med øks, und tann med tann.
Kaos ist sich gut fornøyd, endelig skal skatten delast!
No konnen Garm und Fenris bleiben bestefreunden.
Keine leben sind verlasst! Guten ting kan kommen von hassen mot idioti

Troll Battle Man

The Vikings are complaining, where does the captain come from?
A troll with big wishes that the devil can't bear
Hatred runs in waves, and violence is loose,
More mushrooms now men, berserker against strange flesh
On the perfect mead, the captain leads the hunt
All trolls can be sacrificed, an eye for an eye is madness, troll against man
The blood rushes
Troll against man, strong in the belly, big and tight
Troll against man, Vikings drink mead rather than water
The foam is stiff and the thirst is too heavy. Innate primal thirst lives, much will have more.
Blood axe against the troll's fists, steel against the hard bony skin
Common hatred is enlightened. Old memories come to mind.
Both eat like the poor Christians
Man and troll are drinking, and talking wildly and loudly,
They brag about old slain Christians, both lie cheekily!
The Viking man says, after a short while:
You shall learn the secret, we shall give you gold in your mouth!
Man and troll are drinking, and talking wildly and loudly,
They brag about old slain Christians, both lie cheekily!
(Common hatred is enlightened. Both like to eat poor Christians)
The first handshake between troll and man
Swords with axes, and tooth with tooth.
Chaos is very satisfied, finally the treasure shall be shared!
Now Garm and Fenris can remain best friends.
No lives are abandoned! Good things can come from hatred of idiocy