| Langt om lenge det stormens blest
| At long last it blasted the storm
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| slr tidevannets sprekninger
| slr the tidal cracks
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| slr hav p en skatt
| slr hav on a treasure
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| har snart alle skogstjern frosset til is og snen dekker en fjelltopp
| soon all forest stars have frozen to ice and the snow covers a mountain top
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| Stripels kriger traust han var som satte
| Stripel's warrior trust he was who put
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| sitt mot i gammel tid
| his courage in ancient times
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| vandrer hen til dodoy skar etter sin bane
| walks to dodoy cut after his path
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| storgildt strid
| great battle
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| Bleser bleknede blners land
| Blowing faded blners land
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| overforlatt og dunkel jord
| abandoned and dark soil
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| og bra for fedre som har seiret
| and good for fathers who have won
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| norskehavets skumrings fjord
| the fjord of the Norwegian Sea at dusk
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| Reisen gjennom dimmen er gr for meg er den et skall av forfars liv
| The journey through the fog is gray for me, it is a shell of ancestor's life
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| blesne blekne blner fjell
| pale pale blner mountains
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| inn i en grvendt natt
| into a rough night
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| jeg reiser over bleknede blners fjell
| I travel over the mountains of faded blners
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| og her i morket er jeg forlatt
| and here in the darkness I am abandoned
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| Snart har sno tynget hver en grend
| Soon, sno has weighed on every hamlet
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| snart har kong vinter beseiret jord
| soon king winter has defeated earth
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| her hvor en gang de gamle falt i marken
| here where once the ancients fell into the field
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| for legge den ode oy og gjore den ren
| to lay the ode oy and clean it
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| Over bleknede blners fjell
| Over the mountains of faded blners
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| jeg drar i dens dunkle morkmanns ord
| I go in the words of its obscure dark man
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| over land hvor fedres kamp har seiret
| over land where the struggle of fathers has prevailed
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| hvor vikingsverd satte tydelig spor | where Viking swords left clear traces |