paroles de chanson Haf Gengr Hriðum - "The Storm-Driven Sea" - Christopher Tin

Haf gengr hríðum
Við himin sjalfan,
Líðr lǫnd yfir,
En loft bilar;
þaðan koma snjóvar
Ok snarir vindar;
þá er í ráði,
At rǫgn of þrjóti.
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The sea, storm-driven,
Seeks heaven itself,
O′er the earth it flows,
The air grows sterile;
Then follows the snows,
And the furious winds
For the gods are doomed,
And the end is death.