Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morgunn Í Grárri Vindhjálmars Þoku Við Berufjörð, artist - Árstíðir Lífsins. Album song Jötunheima Dolgferð, in the genre Фолк-металMorgunn Í Grárri Vindhjálmars Þoku Við Berufjörð(original) |
| Morgunn í grárri vindhjálmars þoku við Berufjǫrð |
| Kuldi læðist kringum garða mannanna sem sjást varla á jǫtna vegum; |
| steingerð lík jǫtnanna |
| Ávallt berja brims gamngr á strǫndinni ok sundvǫrpir brimi yfir svarta sanda |
| grunn |
| Einungis litlir bjarka myrkviðar hringir veita mǫnnum skjól |
| Annars rísa hallvallar hráleiki ok dǫkkgrænt jarðar hár |
| Vindrinn fleygir sverð-Njarðar randa blikum sínum inn í fjǫrðinn ok kǫld |
| vindhǫgg umkringja þorp |
| Þat gránar, þat gránar |
| Djúpa, langa skerja foldin vaknar meira ok meira til lífs ok sólin skín í |
| gegnum líflaus grá skýin |
| Skýin gráta til jarðar |
| Rigningin hamrar ok litar daginn gráan í lǫngum, endalaust lǫngum heimi hins |
| sama |
| Fyrsta augnablik nýs vetrtals |
| Kaldir, grábrúnir jǫtnar leggja ilkvisti sína í djúpið af Ymis blóði |
| Á fótum þeirra finnst eik, nýtt barr |
| Þat er ekki langt síðan hranna brjótr fylgdi bǫlgum sína leið til veraldar |
| ískǫldi ok brennisteinshita |
| Erfiðlega dvelja þar mennirnir enn |
| Vítt ok breitt finnast fyrstu ísa brots blómin milli hnignunar Marnars barna |
| Andstæður milli vors ok kaldra orms felli |
| Ek vakna ok frostna í ofbirtu |
| Mána systir svo skýr, blekkir ekki burtu kaldan vormorgun, vormorguninn þegar |
| nýtt líf reis frá móðurinni |
| (translation) |
| The morning in the gray fog of a wind helmet at Berufjǫrð |
| The cold creeps around the gardens of the people, which are hardly visible on the roads; |
| petrified corpses of the giants |
| The surf is always beating on the beach and swimmers are throwing surf over the black sand |
| base |
| Only small rings of bright, dark wood provide shelter for people |
| Otherwise, the rawness of the halls and the dark green hair of the earth rise |
| The wind flings the sword-Njarðar's stripes into the fjord and it's cold |
| gusts of wind surround a village |
| It's graying, it's graying |
| The deep, long cut folds come more and more to life and the sun shines in |
| through the lifeless gray clouds |
| The clouds cry to the ground |
| The rain hammers down and turns the day gray in the long, endlessly long world of the other |
| same |
| The first moment of a new winter |
| Cold, grey-brown ghouls plunge their fireboughs into the depths of Ymis blood |
| At their feet is found an oak, a new bough |
| It's not long ago that a broken glass followed its way to the world |
| ice cold and sulfur heat |
| The men still hardly stay there |
| Wide and wide, the first ice break flowers are found between the decline of Marnar's children |
| Contrasts between spring and cold worm fall |
| I wake up and freeze in extreme light |
| Moon sister so clear, does not deceive away the cold spring morning, the spring morning already |
| new life arose from the mother |