En Mäktig Här - Live
En M ktig H r Live Lyrics
| Song | En Mäktig Här - Live |
| Artist | Finntroll |
| Album | Natten Med De Levande Finntroll (Live) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Da jag rest mitt tryne mot den eviga skyn. | |
| Jag hörde ett läte jag aldrig glömma. | |
| En här sa mäktig vid skogens bryn. | |
| Fa denna syn ens kunnat drömma. | |
| Jag tog mitt spjut jag lyfte mitt horn. | |
| Fran hornets läppar en mäktig ton. | |
| Hären lystrade marscherade fram. | |
| De gav sig mitt liv, bergets stamm. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla glömt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben, | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Blodet nu rinna i floder. | |
| Över mark och flod. | |
| Ett svek nu skymtats av vise. | |
| Fa öron lyssna da. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla glömt. | |
| Nu skymtas fjärran länder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| I ar de vandrat, krigets väg. | |
| Blod ur väst och guld fran öst. | |
| Da en tjärn som var manens lek. | |
| Blev segerns slut och ett digert svek. | |
| Hon vadat där i börjans gyttja. | |
| Slitit sitt har med ormars gift. | |
| Sugit själar och mannamod. | |
| Det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla glömt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Blodet nu rinna i flöder. | |
| Över mark och flod. | |
| Ett svek nu skymtats av vise. | |
| Fa öron lyssna da. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla glömt. | |
| Nu skymtas fjärran länder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Hon vadat där i börjans gyttja. | |
| Slitit sitt har med ormars gift. | |
| Sugit själar och mannamod. | |
| Det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla glömt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Nu skymtas fjärran länder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| [English translation:] | |
| A Mighty Horde | |
| 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! | |
| Blod 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! | |
| Blod 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! |
| Da jag rest mitt tryne mot den eviga skyn. | |
| Jag h rde ett l te jag aldrig gl mma. | |
| En h r sa m ktig vid skogens bryn. | |
| Fa denna syn ens kunnat dr mma. | |
| Jag tog mitt spjut jag lyfte mitt horn. | |
| Fran hornets l ppar en m ktig ton. | |
| H ren lystrade marscherade fram. | |
| De gav sig mitt liv, bergets stamm. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben, | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Blodet nu rinna i floder. | |
| ver mark och flod. | |
| Ett svek nu skymtats av vise. | |
| Fa ron lyssna da. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu skymtas fj rran l nder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| I ar de vandrat, krigets v g. | |
| Blod ur v st och guld fran st. | |
| Da en tj rn som var manens lek. | |
| Blev segerns slut och ett digert svek. | |
| Hon vadat d r i b rjans gyttja. | |
| Slitit sitt har med ormars gift. | |
| Sugit sj lar och mannamod. | |
| Det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Blodet nu rinna i fl der. | |
| ver mark och flod. | |
| Ett svek nu skymtats av vise. | |
| Fa ron lyssna da. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu skymtas fj rran l nder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Hon vadat d r i b rjans gyttja. | |
| Slitit sitt har med ormars gift. | |
| Sugit sj lar och mannamod. | |
| Det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Nu skymtas fj rran l nder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| English translation: | |
| A Mighty Horde | |
| 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! | |
| Blod 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! | |
| Blod 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! |
| Da jag rest mitt tryne mot den eviga skyn. | |
| Jag h rde ett l te jag aldrig gl mma. | |
| En h r sa m ktig vid skogens bryn. | |
| Fa denna syn ens kunnat dr mma. | |
| Jag tog mitt spjut jag lyfte mitt horn. | |
| Fran hornets l ppar en m ktig ton. | |
| H ren lystrade marscherade fram. | |
| De gav sig mitt liv, bergets stamm. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben, | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Blodet nu rinna i floder. | |
| ver mark och flod. | |
| Ett svek nu skymtats av vise. | |
| Fa ron lyssna da. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu skymtas fj rran l nder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| I ar de vandrat, krigets v g. | |
| Blod ur v st och guld fran st. | |
| Da en tj rn som var manens lek. | |
| Blev segerns slut och ett digert svek. | |
| Hon vadat d r i b rjans gyttja. | |
| Slitit sitt har med ormars gift. | |
| Sugit sj lar och mannamod. | |
| Det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Blodet nu rinna i fl der. | |
| ver mark och flod. | |
| Ett svek nu skymtats av vise. | |
| Fa ron lyssna da. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu skymtas fj rran l nder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Hon vadat d r i b rjans gyttja. | |
| Slitit sitt har med ormars gift. | |
| Sugit sj lar och mannamod. | |
| Det varit hennes avgrund i tusen ar. | |
| En gava av urbergets ande. | |
| En pakt som alla gl mt. | |
| Nu tagas de fram pa knotiga ben. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| Nu skymtas fj rran l nder. | |
| Fram, fram, fram. | |
| English translation: | |
| A Mighty Horde | |
| 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! | |
| Blod 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! | |
| Blod 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! |
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