Blood on the snow,
Glass-like shine of crimson crystal.
Wind howling low.
Throats torn wide that sing no more.
Eyes black with frost.
All our precious, painful litter,
Slain by hands grub-green and bitter.
This is war.
Learn hatred's song,
Teach the way of sword and reindeer,
Keep watches long,
Breath the ice into your core.
Blood heats the trail.
Ours and theirs freeze side-by-side.
We learn to kill with joy and pride,
And this is war.
So don't talk of trust,
You who come from foreign greenness,
Don't talk of love.
Love's for Humans and for fools.
We've lived our lives in the Mountain's shadow,
Dreamt at night to the Palace song,
Danced the danced for the warriors fallen,
Whose own road back is not so long.
Don't dirty us
With your outside cleanness,
Question us on what's wrong or right.
We're going back,
And the High Ones take
Any Troll who dares try to stand and fight.
So with sun on our steel
And steam that rends the dawn like thunder,
Wolves on our heels,
Reindeer cough and war cries soar.
Hearts beat like drums.
Trollish blood will spill by these hands
For they squat upon what's ours
And this means war!