Finntroll — Rösets Kung song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rösets Kung" by Finntroll.
Lyrics
Det red en rovare i snårig skog
Han sårad flydde, blodande nog
Med knektar på jakt, hack i häl
Over fornrosåsen, den kände han väl
Då morkret tog en skepnad stor
De brakade i berget där jättar bor
Allting då skett enligt rovarens plan
Over åsen man rider bara om ban
Jätten bjod, när han stigit ur sin kummel
På faslig dod, de väckt ett forntidsväsen
Marken låg rod, när gryningen nalkats
Där människoson krossats av rosets kung
Då horde han skriken ur kneckters trut
På backen de motte ett långsamt slut
Tjuven han rymde med blekvitt hår
Men aldrig han mera till åsen går
I natten de må vandra som rosens gastar
Rovarens hingst nedfor stigen hastar
Jätten bjod, när han stigit ur sin kummel
På faslig dod, de väckt ett forntidsväsen
Marken låg rod, när gryningen nalkats
Där människoson krossats av rosets kung
Tjuven han rymde med blekvitt hår
Men aldrig han mera till åsen går
A robber was riding in a scrubby forest
He fled wounded, bleeding surely
Pursued by rogues, cut in his heel
Across ancient cairns on the ridge, he knew the way well
Then the darkness took a large form
It crashed into the mountain where giants live
Everything went as the robber had planned
Across can only be ridden on the enbankmant
The giant commanded, as he arose from his cairn
A dreadful death, they had awakened an ancient being
The earth stood red as the dawn was approaching
Sons of men crushed by the king of the cairn
He heard a scream from the rogue’s throat
On the hill they met a slow end
The thief ran away with snow-white hair
But never again he went to the ridge
In the night they will wander as the ghosts of the cairn
The robber’s stallion hastes down the path
The giant commanded, as he arose from his cairn
A dreadful death, they had awakened an ancient being
The earth stood red as the dawn was approaching
Sons of men crushed by the king of the cairn
The thief ran away with snow-white hair
But never again he went to the ridge
Lyrics translation
It rode a rower in the snowy forest
He wounded escaped, bloodthirsty enough
With jacks on the Hunt, notched in heels
Over the old Rose sauce, he knew it well
Then morkret took a big shape
They broke into the mountain where Giants live
Everything then happened according to the plan of the rower
Over the ridge one rides only about ban
The giant bjod, when he ascended out of his hake
At horrendous dod, they raised an ancient being
The ground lay rod, when dawn approached
Where the son of man was crushed by the king of Roseth
Then he shouted out of kneckter's mouth
On the hill they motte a slow end
The thief he escaped with pale white hair
But he never goes to the ridge again
In the night they may walk like the Chargers of roses
The rower's stallion down the path hastens
The giant bjod, when he ascended out of his hake
At horrendous dod, they raised an ancient being
The ground lay rod, when dawn approached
Where the son of man was crushed by the king of Roseth
The thief he escaped with pale white hair
But he never goes to the ridge again
A robber was riding in a scrubby forest
He fled wounded, bleeding surely
Pursued by rogues, cut in his heel
Across ancient cairns on the ridge, he knew the way well
Then the darkness took a large form
It crashed into the mountain where giants live
Everything went as the robber had planned
Across can only be ridden on the enbankmant
"The giant commanded, as he arose from his cairn
A dreadful death, they had awakened an ancient being
The earth stood red as the dawn was approaching
Sons of men crushed by the king of the cairn
He heard a scream from the rogue's throat
On the hill they met a slow end
The thief ran away with snow-white hair
But never again he went to the ridge
In the night they will wander as the ghosts of the cairn
The robber's stallion hastes down the path
"The giant commanded, as he arose from his cairn
A dreadful death, they had awakened an ancient being
The earth stood red as the dawn was approaching
Sons of men crushed by the king of the cairn
The thief ran away with snow-white hair
But never again he went to the ridge