Текст песни и перевод на английский Hrafngrímr - Yfir Tárin

Yfir Tárin

Yfir tárin, yfir sorgina
Yfir meinfang, at aldrei grætr.
Hón heitir Loka dóttir, ógurlig hón æ hlær,
Knerrir hyggju reka á strǫnd hennar

Þar eru hræddar andir landfeðga minna
Menn sínir eru draugar, stóll sinn er haugr

Yfir draumum, yfir höfum
Þar er ríki sitt, er allir óttast
Ek er þræll á Naglfari er
Siglir til nás eyjarv

Þar eru hræddar andir landfeðga minna
Menn sínir eru draugar, stóll sinn er haugr

Þar eru hræddar andir landfeðga minna
Menn sínir eru draugar, stóll sinn er haugr

Er hríðin undir inir svörtu vágir allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt
Er hríðin undir inir svörtu vágir allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt
Er hríðin undir inir svörtu vágir allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt
Er hríðin undir inir svörtu vágir allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt
Er hríðin undir inir svörtu vágir allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt
Er hríðin undir inir svörtu vágir allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt
Er hríðin undir inir svörtu vágir allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt
Er hríðin undir inir svörtu vágir allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt, allt er kaldt

Þar eru hræddar andir landfeðga minna
Menn sínir eru draugar, stóll sinn er haugr

Þar eru hræddar andir landfeðga minna
Menn sínir eru draugar, stóll sinn er haugr

Þar eru hræddar andir landfeðga minna
Menn sínir eru draugar, stóll sinn er haugr

Over the Tears

Over the tears, over the sorrow
Over the crime, that never weeps.
She is called Loka's daughter, terrible she laughs,
Crushing thoughts driven upon her shore

There are the frightened spirits of my countrymen
Their men are ghosts, their throne is a mound

Over dreams, over oceans
There is her kingdom, which all fear
I am a slave on Naglfar which
Sails to the near isle

There are the frightened spirits of my countrymen
Their men are ghosts, their throne is a mound

There are the frightened spirits of my countrymen
Their men are ghosts, their throne is a mound

The storm is under the black waves everything is cold, everything is cold, everything is cold
The storm is under the black waves everything is cold, everything is cold, everything is cold
The storm is under the black waves everything is cold, everything is cold, everything is cold
The storm is under the black waves everything is cold, everything is cold, everything is cold
The storm is under the black waves everything is cold, everything is cold, everything is cold
The storm is under the black waves everything is cold, everything is cold, everything is cold
The storm is under the black waves everything is cold, everything is cold, everything is cold
The storm is under the black waves everything is cold, everything is cold, everything is cold

There are the frightened spirits of my countrymen
Their men are ghosts, their throne is a mound

There are the frightened spirits of my countrymen
Their men are ghosts, their throne is a mound

There are the frightened spirits of my countrymen
Their men are ghosts, their throne is a mound