Translation of the song lyrics Dødens Grøde - Khold

Dødens Grøde (original)

Milde vinder raskt til bris
Sender aks på flyktig vis
Smyger over traurig åker
Sørger for at sorte engler våker
Mesteren bak dødens grøde
Legger landet langsomt øde
Korn sprer onde, sykdom, skader
Høsten ofrer fall i lange rader
Jorden råtner, livet svinner
Plagen river alle grinder
Fe og folk blir revet bort
Mesteren har vunnet alle kort

Dødens Grøde (translation)

Mild winds quickly to breeze
Transmits ears in a fleeting way
Sneaks across sad fields
Makes black angels watch
The master behind the crop of death
Laying the land slowly desolate
Grain spreads evil, disease, injury
Autumn sacrifices fall in long rows
The earth rots, life disappears
The plague tears all the gates
Fairies and people are torn away
The champion has won all the cards