Lyrics of Blóð-Þorsteinn Eystri - Árstíðir Lífsins

Blóð-Þorsteinn Eystri (original)

Blóð-Þorsteinn eystri, sonr Helga, nafn sem mælt er með reiði þessa daga
Víðlinda gelti skolaði á land í héraði oss, þar sem mikla grimma hafið faðmar
áss hauðr ok gefr oss líf með dauða dýrsins
Úti á jǫtna vegi lá hann dauðr svo tókum kjǫt hans ok gáfum rest aftr til brims
vegar
En er það spurðist út gripu menn að austan gæsina, drápu þrælana á heimleið ok
stálu kjǫtinu
Réttlæti hefr aldrei verið í hávegum haft í hǫlða grund oss ísheims ok elris
garms
Hliðskjálfar grams bǫl var ávallt nærri þegar gróða var að fá
Hǫgna élviðr sem bjuggu bakvið ríki risa í austri, suðri ok norðri héldu ávallt
hlustamunni ok brátungli lokuðu er slíkar fréttir bárust í þeirra glamma ferða
trǫð friðar ok heilsu
En munum berjast
Ekkert svar er gefið utan Hugins drekka fyrir dolgbrands dǫkk!
Engin þǫgn mun finnast fyrr en fǫlsk galdra fles ok orða ǫ́r eru skorin af
hatri sárteins míns
Heimdalar hǫfuð heitir svrð!
Eitr mun falla ok reipi festa skógar skæðasǫgn á ný
Blóðs valr, kvánar kyn ok hreggskornir þurfa að læra að Njǫrðr r þeim æðri
Hinir hræðilegu Ǫlvaldi, Iði ok Gangr ganga niðr úr heimilum sínum,
hvíslandi rúnir til Gungnis vǫ́fuðr ok fæða bara af sér hernað ok geðveiki
Faðir reyndi alltaf að finna leiðir til að sára sigðr héldust í slíðrum sínum
En hann dó, Jǫtnar ok Ægis dætr tóku hann svo Njarðar niðjar breyttu ǫrlǫgum
sínum undir minni hendi
Svo færðum ró ok aldrlok yfir líf þjófanna
Megi Níðhǫggr neyta þeirra sárgeimi ok vættir þeirra eyðast í kǫldum
andardrætti Nára nipt!
Dísir þínar hurfu í þǫgn
Þér, Þorsteinn Helgason, var gefið svar
Stundum þarf að ná réttlæti með hnefa landi, þó vitrir menn þykist vita að gott
líf án óréttlætis sé hverjum frjálsum manni gefið

(translation)

Blóð-Þorsteinn eystri, son of Helga, a name spoken with anger these days
Vast bark washed ashore in our region, where the great fierce sea embraces
ass skin and gives us life through the death of the animal
Out on the road he lay dead so we took his meat and gave the rest back to the surf
road
But when it got out, men from the east caught the goose, killed the slaves on the way home and so on
stole the meat
Justice has never been held in high esteem in the world of ice world and elris
garms
Hlidskjálfar gram bǫl was always close when there was a profit to be made
Hǫgna élvíðr who lived behind the kingdom of giants in the east, south and north always kept
listen and close your eyes as news like this came during their glamorous travels
path of peace and health
But we will fight
No answer is given except Hugins drekka for dolgbrands dǫkk!
No silence will be found until false magic and words are cut off.
the hatred of my heart
Heimdalar head is called a sword!
Poison will fall and ropes will fasten the forests again
Blood choices, female breeds and male animals need to learn that Nǫrðr is superior to them.
The terrible Ǫlvaldi, Iði and Gangr descend from their homes,
whispering runes to Gungnis vǫ́fuðr and only give birth to warfare and insanity
Father always tried to find ways to keep sickles in their sheaths
But he died, Jǫtnar and Ægis dætr took him so Njarðar niðjar changed ǫrlǫg
his under my hand
Then we brought peace and the end of the age to the life of the thieves
May Níðhǫggr consume them in a space of sorrow and their strength perish in the cold
breath Groin nipt!
Your eyes disappeared into silence
You, Þorsteinn Helgason, were given an answer
Sometimes justice has to be achieved with the fist of land, although wise men pretend to know better
life without injustice is given to every free man