Big BossGross!
But his diamonds shine
And his eyeballs smile
And he takes a glance
And they scram
Boss!
And his hooch is strong
Dead Boys'Round the city walls
Grounds of fame, glorious battlefield
Ditches nursing bones
Both of enemy and defender
Fragrant smell of grass
Masked the stench of rotting corpses
Soldier flesh decayed
Deadly TangoLadies and gents,
Fill your glasses
Our next performance
Is not meant for prudes
A singer, a dancer
She'll make you feel dizzy
An evergreen gal
Den Svarta HonungenNär hösten kommer
Ta dina flaskor
Honungsjakt
Börjar nu
Flytande nektar
Av svarta rosor
Finnes i
Done with the WindTrack 06
Альбом:
LP Elemental Tales
2012 Trollzorn
DONE WITH THE WIND
EisensteinEin heiliger Ort
Außerhalb der Stadtmauer
Der schwarze Obelisk
Aus Eisenstein
Schwert und Axt sind kampfbereit
Für den Ruhm der Stadt
Die Wächter knien nieder
Ensam EnslingTrack 05
Альбом:
Riv, Hugg och Bit
2009 Trollzorn
Ensam Ensling
Groda, RyttareTrack 2
Альбом:
Tomte (EP)
2007 интернет релиз
Groda, Ryttare
Iron StoneA sacred place
Beyond the city walls
A great obelisk
Of Iron Stone
Swords and axes shoved in
For city glory
City guards kneel while
Kom I Min KittelÖppna den dörren av ek
Stig in och hälsa min katt
Kvasten vilar, står stilla
Det snöar ute hela natt
Händer av rolig eld
Börjar lek med kittels väggar
Vatten kokar, för arom
Liv Eller GuldTrack 10
Альбом:
Riv, Hugg och Bit
2009 Trollzorn
Liv Eller Guld
Morbid QuagFar, far
Dark might has spread
Claimed the ancient forests
Weak, small
Razed hamlets
Left in desolation
Rails and GunsSteaming engine, secret station
Gangsters’ hideaway
Loading cargo, precious cargo
Freight of giggle juice
Crate by crate
Due for sale by morning
Car by car
Riv, Hugg och BitTrack 12
Альбом:
Riv, Hugg och Bit
2009 Trollzorn
Riv, Hugg och Bit
Skogens UrsinneTrack 3
Альбом:
Kom I Min Kittel
2007 Фоно
2008 Trollzorn
Skogens Ursinne
Snubbar, SnubbarTrack 13
Альбом:
Riv, Hugg och Bit
2009 Trollzorn
Snubbar, Snubbar
Tommy GunsIt ain't a plain job
To build delight empires
Not for the green skins
Out of space and time
They deem it's too much
Our red lights, our gin mills
They deem we're feeble,
Ain't worth a rotten dime