Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fjallstorm, artist - Otyg. Album song Alvefard + Sagovindars Boning, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 04.11.2013
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: Swedish
Fjallstorm(original) |
| Av nordlig prägel först höres viska |
| Den arga vind som fimbultrakter skola piska |
| I kulet väder |
| Den härdar dem som pinad ödemark beträder |
| Dess karga klagan så ödesdiger |
| Nu likt ett härskri emot himlabågen stiger |
| Dess grymma iver |
| En höstlig årstidssång som tystnaden fördriver |
| Dess makt nu stegras, de veka fasar |
| Inför den stormblåst som i luftfärder rasar |
| Nu sorg befaras |
| Inunder olycksmoln där död skall vederfaras |
| De dystra toner som ekar åter |
| Besjungs av fagra stämmor som för vinden gråter |
| Den omlit kväver |
| Då, liikt en vredgad gudom som sitt dödsgarn väver |
| Ensligt land |
| Vid himlabrynets rand |
| Där tysta furor tyngda står av trolska vemodsband |
| Fjällets gnom |
| Betyngd i ålderdom |
| I bergets valv, vindens alv |
| Rik i fattigdom |
| Det råder vargtid och bråda dagar |
| Ej ens den rovlystne järv i blodtörst jagar |
| För regnets ilar |
| Bland klippors skydd då i blodruset vilar |
| När nordlig fornmakt sig framåt bryter |
| I raseri då ilsket filmbulstormen ryter |
| Den själaprövar |
| Det starka folk som i förgätna marker strövar |
| Den piskar nu fjällets snöklädda rygg |
| Där rimfrostgrå jökultungor består |
| Den isande kraft så vederligt stygg |
| Varslar om vinter dräpande svår |
| Ensligt land |
| Vid himlabrynets rand |
| Där tysta furor tyngda står av trolska vemodsband |
| Fjällets gnom |
| Betyngd i ålderdom |
| I bergets valv, vindens alv |
| Rik i fattigdom |
| (translation) |
| From the northern character, whispers are first heard |
| The angry wind that fimbult funnels school whip |
| In cool weather |
| It hardens those who are tormented by tormented wilderness |
| Its barren lament so fatal |
| Now like a scream against the arch of the sky rises |
| Its cruel zeal |
| An autumnal seasonal song that silence dispels |
| Its power is now rising, they are waking up in horror |
| Before the storm that rages in aviation |
| Nu sorg befaras |
| Under clouds of accident where death is to be experienced |
| The gloomy tones that echo again |
| Sung by beautiful voices that cry for the wind |
| The umbilical cord suffocates |
| Then, like an angry deity who weaves his yarn of death |
| Lonely country |
| At the edge of the sky |
| Where silent pines weighed down stand by magical bands of melancholy |
| The gnome of the mountain |
| Significance in old age |
| In the vault of the mountain, the elf of the wind |
| Rich in poverty |
| There is wolf time and busy days |
| Not even the predatory wolverine in blood thirst chases |
| For the rush of the rain |
| Among rocks protection when in the blood rush rests |
| When northern antiquity breaks forward |
| In rage when the angry movie bull storm roars |
| It soul-tests |
| The strong people who roam in forgotten lands |
| It now whips the mountain's snow-covered ridge |
| Where hoarfrost-gray glacier cult tongues exist |
| The icy force so honestly nasty |
| Warnings of winter are deadly difficult |
| Lonely country |
| At the edge of the sky |
| Where silent pines weighed down stand by magical bands of melancholy |
| The gnome of the mountain |
| Significance in old age |
| In the vault of the mountain, the elf of the wind |
| Rich in poverty |