Lyrics of Eit Auga Til Mimir (an Eye For Mimir) - Enslaved

Eit Auga Til Mimir (an Eye For Mimir) (original)

Horna gjallar, vinden bles
Trommer dundrar, vinded bles
Med spjut og boge meter til strid
Me går i bresjen brødre gjennom blod.
Med von om ëre i galskapens namn
Me vert aldri slegn sjøl om me fell
Me reiser ei til Folkvang til,
vanedronnings famn, våre fedre skal
me møta om me fell i dag.
Me flytar ei frå var lagnad sjølv
om vinden ikkje bles vår vei.
Til valfaders hall brødre.
Med heva spjut i Odins namn.
Me skal heva krus i Odins namn
Nidingar skal falla for våre føtter.
Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar.
Ingen hugsat ein trëll uten herre
Slegne vert dei når dei fell.
Me hevar våpen for vår tru
Me slaktar marken for vår tru
Ingen nåde me viser
for dei som snudde ryggen til.
Døy skal dei som freista
å mura brunnen inn.
ei som for med løgn og svik
Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot
Me skal sigra, brødre gjennom blod.
Horns are resounding, the winds are howling
Drums are pounding, the winds are howling
With spear and bow we go into battle
We are making a stand, brothers in blood
With hope for honour in the name of madness
We will never be defeated, even if we fall
We are not going to Folkvang,
Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,
We shall our fathers if we fall today
We will not flee from our destiny,
even though the winds aren’t blowing our way
Brothers, to Valfaders hall
With spear raised in the name of Oden
We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden
Cowards shall fall at our feet
They do not have to pray for sun filled days
No one remembers a slave without a master
Defeated they are when they fall
We raise weapons for our faith
We slaughter the fields for our faith
We have no mercy for those
Who turned their backs
Those who attemmp to close the well
Shall die
Those who lied and betrayed shall die
Give us strenght, give us courage
We will prevail
Brothers in blood

(translation)

The horns are howling, the wind is blowing
Drums thunder, wind bles
With spear and bow meters to battle
We brethren go through the blood.
With the hope of glory in the name of madness
We will never be beaten even if we fall
We do not travel to Folkvang to,
habit queen embrace, our fathers shall
we meet if we fall today.
We do not flow from where we made ourselves
if the wind does not blow our way.
To the father's hall brothers.
With a raised spear in Odin's name.
We will raise a mug in Odin's name
Nidingar will fall at our feet.
Day does not have to ask for sunny days.
No one thinks of a troll without a master
Slegne host them when they fall.
We raise weapons for our faith
We slaughter the ground for our faith
No mercy shows me
for those who turned their backs.
Those who are tempted will die
to wall the well in.
one who feeds with lies and deceit
Give us strength, give us courage
We will win, brothers through blood.
Horns are resounding, the winds are howling
Drums are pounding, the winds are howling
With spear and bow we go into battle
We are making a stand, brothers in blood
With hope for honor in the name of madness
We will never be defeated, even if we fall
We are not going to Folkvang,
Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,
We shall our fathers if we fall today
We will not flee from our destiny,
even though the winds aren’t blowing our way
Brothers, to Valfaders hall
With spear raised in the name of Oden
We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden
Cowards shall fall at our feet
They do not have to pray for sun filled days
No one remembers a slave without a master
Defeated they are when they fall
We raise weapons for our faith
We slaughter the fields for our faith
We have no mercy for those
Who turned their backs
Those who attemmp to close the well
Shall die
Those who lied and betrayed shall die
Give us strenght, give us courage
We will prevail
Brothers in blood