Vätteändä (en inglés)

Vätteändä
Gnome Spirit
With screams and howls thousand ravens call
We blaze our trail out from the mountain and holes
Claws like swords, jaws of wolves
Towards come gnomes, tasting our flames
We drink your blood, our life sap
For the first time in a millennium
Blood and corpses mark the boundaries
We are here, we are here. GNOME SPIRIT

Eyes shine among the forest, beak and jaw
Flesh shall be torn for the unhallowed throne
Stillborn children and carrying mothers
They taste the best in the mist of the night
TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!
TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!
TEAR, BROTHERS, TEAR!