| En Vind Av Sorg (original) | En Vind Av Sorg (translation) |
|---|---|
| En Vind Av Sorg | A wind steeped in sorrow’s chill, |
| La seg tungst | Lets itself settle, ponderous and deep, |
| omkring | All about— |
| De Eldstes hus | The ancient forebears’ silent keep. |
| En eim av Frost | A tang of frost rides blind upon the air, |
| pa en allerede Frossen sjel | Clinging to a soul already sheathed in ice, |
| Et savn av Hyllest | A hunger for tribute, hollow and bare, |
| fra disse De Edle sinn | From minds where nobility’s shadows splice. |
| Minnes de svundne Tider | I conjure up ages lost to dusk, |
| Et Hav av Tid | A sea of time, fathomless and wild, |
| har gaet siden Den gang | Has streamed by since that dusk-lit husk, |
| Norroners tro og skikk | Of Norsemen’s faith and ancient style. |
| Til Skogen hjem en Kom | Back to the forest’s brooding womb I came, |
| og trakk luften inn | And drew its air, thick as iron, in, |
| Her lukter det Kristen manns blod | Here, the scent of Christian blood is flame, |
| — igler pa Vare Hjerter | —leeches pressed to the chambers within. |
