Paroles et traduction Nytt Land - Darraðarljóð

Darraðarljóð

Vítt es orpit
Fyr valfalli
Rifs reiðiský
Rignir blóði
Nú′s fyr geirum
Grár uppkominn
Vefr, verþjóðar
Es vinur fylla
Rauðum vepti
Randvés bana

Sjá's orpinn vefr
Ýta þǫrmum
Ok harðkléaðr
Hǫfðum manna
Eru dreyrrekin
Dǫrr at skǫptum
Járnvarðr yllir
En ǫrum hrælaðr
Skulum slá sverðum
Sigrvef þenna

The Song of the Darraðar

Far and wide it is cast
Before the battlefield
The storm of spears
It rains blood
Now before the spears
The wolf is up
Woe to the people
When the wolves' fill
The red mist
The death of Randvér

The web is woven
Of the guts of the brave
And the hard-clenched
Heads of men
The spears are dripping
Dry at the shafts
The iron-keeper roars
And the ravens are pleased
Let us clash swords
In this web of victory