Green grazing land on the mountain
the herdsman rests his weary head
weather is changing - smell the rain
gust sweeps down the grass - hits the rusty door
Barking and howling - in raging storm
Lightning'n thunder - rumble infernal horns
Türst - Rides on his fiery horse
Türst - Hunts the night with no remorse
Whip the thorns - blow the horn
Wüetisheer
Death to all! Sweep the earth!
Barks from three legged hounds
hordes from hell following Türst
with infernal sound - rushing tree crowns
thunderstorm will be worse
Death to all! Sweep the earth!
With bloody swords - and rusty knifes
No mercy - for their lives
Türst - Rides on his fiery horse
Türst - Hunts the night with no remorse
Whip the thorns - blow the horn
Wüetisheer