Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sinklars Vísa, artist - Týr. Album song Land, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 29.09.2013
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: Danish
Sinklars Vísa(original) |
Herr Sinklar drog over salten hav, |
til Norge hans kurs monne stande; |
blant Gudbrands klipper han fant sin grav, |
der vanked så blodig en pande. |
— Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede |
Ved Romsdals kyster han styred i land, |
erklærete sig for en fjende; |
hannem fulgte efter fjortenhundrede mand |
som alle havde vondt i sinde. |
— Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede |
De skændte og brændte, hvor de kom frem, |
all folkeret monne de krænke, |
oldingens avmagt rørte ei dem, |
de spotted den grædende enke. |
— Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede |
Soldaten er ude på Kongens Tog, |
Vi selv må Landet forsvare; |
Forbandet være det niddingsdrog |
Som nu sit Blod vil spare. |
— Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede |
De bønder af Våge, Lesje og Lom |
med skarpe økser på nakke, |
i Bredebøjg tilsammen kom |
med skotten så ville de snakke. |
— Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede |
Tæt under lide der løber en Sti |
som man monne Kringen kalde, |
Lågen skynder sig der forbi, |
i den skal fienden falde. |
— Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede |
Med døde kropper blev Kringen strødd, |
de ravner fikk nok at æde; |
det ungdoms blod, som her udflød, |
de skotske piger begræde. |
— Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede |
End kneiser en Støtte på samme Sted, |
som Norges Uvenner monne true. |
Ve hver en Nordmand, som ei bliver hed, |
så tidt hans Øjne den skue. |
— Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede |
(translation) |
Mr. Sinklar crossed the salt sea, |
to Norway his course monne stands; |
among Gudbrand's rocks he found his grave, |
there was a bloody forehead. |
- Well up before day, they will probably come over the heath |
At the shores of Romsdal he steered ashore, |
declared himself an enemy; |
hannem followed by fourteen hundred men |
which all had pain in mind. |
- Well up before day, they will probably come over the heath |
They quarreled and burned where they came from, |
all international law may be violated, |
the power of old age did not touch them, |
they spotted the weeping widow. |
- Well up before day, they will probably come over the heath |
The soldier is out on the King's Train, |
We ourselves must defend the Land; |
Cursed be the nidding drug |
Who now his Blood will save. |
- Well up before day, they will probably come over the heath |
The farmers of Våge, Lesje and Lom |
with sharp axes on neck, |
in Bredebøjg together came |
with the Scots they would talk. |
- Well up before day, they will probably come over the heath |
Close below like running a Path |
as one might call Kringen, |
The gate hurries past, |
in it the enemy must fall. |
- Well up before day, they will probably come over the heath |
With dead bodies, Kringen was strewn, |
the ravens got enough to eat; |
the blood of the youth that flowed out here, |
the scottish girls mourn. |
- Well up before day, they will probably come over the heath |
Than kneels a Support in the same Place, |
som Norges Uvenner monne true. |
Woe to every Norwegian who does not become hot, |
so often his eyes that sight. |
- Well up before day, they will probably come over the heath |