Lyrics of Odal - Wardruna

Odal (original)

Me er eit gamalt tre
Med nysprungene knoppar
Mot sola me strekk oss
Fram for å vekse
Høyr!
Langt need i rot
og i ringar av år
kved dei gamle
Høyr!
Langt need i rot
og i ringar av år
I barken sit sår
Dei vitnar om ære
Die vitnar om nid
Somme svir meir enn andre
Sjå meg djupt i
augene blå
du må forstå
Hugs at alle
eingong forlét
Natta den kjem
Eg gjev deg din odel
Om du vil ha
Den fer ikkje fra
Tungt den veger
Hugs, ta ikkje meir
enn du orkar å bere
Djupt i jord
Gjev rot deg retning
Når stormar fer
Dei knakande
Kved
For kvar einaste spire
Vert me høgare og djupare
Odal
We are an old tree
with freshly sprung buds
towards the sun we reach
to forward grow
Listen!
Far below in the roots
and in the growth-rings
The old ones are chanting
Listen!
Far below in the roots
and in growth-rings
In the bark there are wounds
Which bear witness of honor
Which bear witness of shame
Some sting more than others
Look into my eyes
and do understand
Remember that all shall pass
and night shall come
Your birth-right I offer
It’s there if you want it
And nowhere will go
Heavy to carry
don’t take too much to bear
Deep in the earth
direction from roots
When the storms are raging
They creakingly sing
For each and every sprout
we are taller and deeper
Odal

(translation)

We are an old tree
With newly sprouted buds
Towards the sun we stretched
Forward to grow
Right!
Long need in root
and in rings of years
kved dei gamle
Right!
Long need in root
and in rings of years
In the bark its wound
They testify of honor
It testifies to nid
Some sting more than others
Look deep into me
eyes blue
you have to understand
Hugs at all
entrance abandoned
The night it comes
I'll give you your share
If you want
It does not leave
Heavily it weighs
Hugs, take no more
than you can bear to pray
Deep in the ground
Give root you direction
When storms go
Day cracking
Kved
For every single sprout
Host me higher and deeper
Odal
We are an old tree
with freshly sprung buds
towards the sun we reach
to forward grow
Listen!
Far below in the roots
and in the growth-rings
The old ones are chanting
Listen!
Far below in the roots
and in growth-rings
In the bark there are wounds
Which bear witness of honor
Which bear witness of shame
Some sting more than others
Look into my eyes
and do understand
Remember that all shall pass
and night shall come
Your birth-right I offer
It's there if you want it
And nowhere will go
Heavy to carry
don’t take too much to bear
Deep in the earth
direction from roots
When the storms are raging
They creakingly sing
For each and every sprout
we are taller and deeper
Odal