Paroles et traduction Burzum - Hit helga Tré

Hit helga Tré

Þar var Draupnir
Ok Dolgþrasir,
Hár, Haugspori,
Hlévangr, Glóinn
Dóri, Óri
Dúfr, Andvari
Skirfir, Virfir,
Skáfiðr, Ái
Alfr ok Yngvi,
Eikinskjaldi,
Fjalarr ok Frosti,
Finnr ok Ginnarr
Þat mun æ uppi
Meðan öld lifir,
Langniðja tal
Lofars hafat
Unz þrír kvámu
Ór því liði
Öflgir ok ástkir
Æsir at húsi
Fundu á landi
Lítt megandi
Ask ok Emblu
Örlöglausa
Önd þau né áttu,
Óð þau né höfðu,
Lá né læti
Né litu góða
Önd gaf Óðinn,
Óð gaf Hænir,
Lá gaf Lóðurr
Ok litu góða
Ask veit ek standa,
Heitir Yggdrasill,
Hár baðmr, ausinn
Hvíta auri
Þaðan koma döggvar,
Þærs í dala falla,
Stendr æ yfir grænn
Urðarbrunni
Þaðan koma meyjar
Margs vitandi
Þrjár ór þeim sæ,
Er und þolli stendr
Urð hétu eina,
Aðra Verðandi,
Skáru á skíði,
Skuld ina þriðju
Þær lög lögðu,
Þær líf kuru
Alda börnum,
Örlög seggja
Þat man hon folkvíg
Fyrst í heimi,
Er Gullveigu
Geirum studdu
Ok í höll Hárs hana brenndu,
Þrisvar brenndu, þrisvar borna,
Oft, ósjaldan,
Þó hon enn lifir
Heiði hana hétu
Hvars til húsa kom,
Völu velspáa,
Vitti hon ganda
Seið hon, hvars hon kunni,
Seið hon hug leikinn,
Æ var hon angan
Illrar brúðar
Þá gengu regin öll
Á rökstóla,
Ginnheilög goð,
Ok um þat gættusk
Hvárt skyldu æsir
Afráð gjalda
Eða skyldu goðin öll
Gildi eiga.

Hit Hella Tree

There he was Draupnir
And Dolgthvari,
Hár, Haugspori,
Hlévangr, Glóinn
Dóri, Óri
Dúfr, Andvari
Skirfir, Virfir,
Skáfiðr, Ái
Alfr and Yngvi,
Eikinskjaldi,
Fjalarr and Frosti,
Finnr and Ginnarr
That will be forever
While the world lives,
Long time passed
It is told of Lofar
Until three came
Out of that group
Mighty and loving
Æsir at home
They found on the land
Of little strength
Ask and Embla
Lacking in fate
They had no soul,
They possessed no spirit,
No appearance or movement
Nor the good looks
Óðinn gave them Soul,
Hænir gave them Spirit,
Lóðurr gave them Appearance
And the good looks
I know the Ash standing,
Yggdrasill its name is,
High tree, moistened
With the white clay
From that comes the dew,
That falls in the valley,
Evergreen it stands
By the Well of Urðr
From there come the maidens
Of much knowledge
Three from that lake,
Under the tree they stand
Urðr was one,
Verðandi the other,
They carved on a pole,
Skuld the third
They laid the laws,
They chose life
For the children of men,
They tell of fate
That she knows the first battle
In the world,
When Gullveig
They stabbed with spears
And burned her in Hár's hall,
Three times burned, three times born,
Often, not infrequently,
Yet she lives still
Heiði they called her
When she came to a house,
A völva skilled in prophecy,
She knew magic
She saw magic, as far as she could see,
She saw the mind's play,
She was always filled with sorrow
Of the wicked bride
Then all the gods went
To the judgment seat,
Holy gods,
And they considered
If the Æsir should
Pay compensation
Or if the gods should all
Be paid compensation.