Translation of the song lyrics I trollehender - Lumsk

I trollehender (original)

Åsmund kastad kufta blå
Tok på ein fillutte flangi
(Han) totte kufta var hoste god
I trollehender at gange
Som han kom i den fystehallen
Der så underleg vori
Dukane var utor blodi dregne
Og ormane spelad etter bordi
Som han kom i den andrehallen
Han var i så mykin våde
Ganne-kerid på golvi stod
Og trolli ivi ded råde
Som han kom i den tredje hallen
Der mone han bedre like
Der var vene sengir upreidde
Og breidde med silki kvite

I trollehender (translation)

Åsmund flung his sapphire cloak aside,
And donned a tunic tattered as a winter field,
He deemed the battered coat a loyal guide
To brave the grip where trollish fingers yield.
When first he crossed the shadowed threshold’s jaw,
A strangeness drifted thick as mist at dawn,
The tablecloths were steeped in rivers raw—
And serpents played their music down the drawn.
He entered next the second caverned room,
Where peril pressed him close as frost to skin,
The sorceress’s vessel stood in gloom,
And trolls convened, their rule a sullen din.
Upon the third dark hall he set his gaze,
And found a hush more gentle on the bone,
There beds like wine, unmade, their linens raise,
And silk lay pale as moonlight over stone.