Galgvidr - Burzum перевод на английский

Galgvidr

Sat þar á haugi
Ok sló hörpu
Gýgjar hirðir,
Glaðr Eggþér;
Gól of hánum
í galgviði
Fagrrauðr hani,
Sá er Fjalarr heitir.

Gól of ásum
Gullinkambi,
Sá vekr hölða
At Herjaföðrs;
En annarr gelr
Fyr jörð neðan
Sótrauðr hani
At sölum Heljar.

Geyr nú Garmr mjök
Fyr Gnipahelli,
Festr mun slitna,
En freki renna;
Fjölð veit ek fræða,
Fram sé ek lengra
Um ragna rök
Römm sigtíva.

Bræðr munu berjask
Ok at bönum verðask,
Munu systrungar
Sifjum spilla;
Hart er í heimi,
Hórdómr mikill,
Skeggöld, skalmöld,
Skildir ro klofnir,
Vindöld, vargöld,
áðr veröld steypisk;
Mun engi maðr
öðrum þyrma.

Leika Míms synir,
En mjötuðr kyndisk
At inu galla
Gjallarhorni;
Hátt blæss Heimdallr,
Horn er á lofti,
Mælir Óðinn
Við Míms höfuð.

Skelfr Yggdrasils
Askr standandi,
Ymr it aldna tré,
En jötunn losnar;
Hræðask allir
á helvegum
áðr Surtar þann
Sefi of gleypir.

Hvat er með ásum?
Hvat er með alfum?
Gnýr allr Jötunheimr,
æsir ro á þingi,
Stynja dvergar
Fyr steindurum,
Veggbergs vísir.
Vituð ér enn - eða hvat?

Geyr nú Garmr mjök
Fyr Gnipahelli,
Festr mun slitna
En freki renna;
Fjölð veit ek fræða,
Fram sé ek lengra
Um ragna rök
Römm sigtíva.

Galgvidr

I sat on the mound
And struck the harp,
Shepherd of the witches,
Merry Eggther;
A fiery red rooster
Crowed above him
On a perch,
Fjalarr is his name.

Golden-combed rooster
Crows over the gods;
He wakes the warriors
For Herjafather;
Another one crows
Under the earth
Sooty-red rooster
In Hel's halls.

Garmr is howling loud now
Before Gnipahellir;
The fetters are breaking,
The wolf is running;
I know many things
I see far ahead
About the fates of the gods,
As they shape themselves.

Brothers shall fight
And kill each other;
Sisters' children
Shall destroy their kin;
The world is hard,
Adultery is rife;
Axe-age, sword-age,
Shields are cloven,
Wind-age, wolf-age,
Before the world crumbles;
No man shall spare
Another.

The sons of Mim play,
But the giantess comes
To the noisy
Gjallarhorn;
Heimdallr blows his horn,
Its sound is in the air;
Odin speaks
With Mim's head.

Yggdrasil trembles,
The ash tree stands tall,
The ancient tree of life,
But the giant is breaking free;
All inhabitants of Hel
Are trembling in fear
Before Surtr swallows
The sun in smoke.

What is among the gods?
What is among the elves?
Jotunheim is roaring,
The gods are in council,
The dwarfs are groaning
Before their stone doors,
The masters of the mountain.
Do you know yet - or what?

Garmr is howling loud now
Before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will break
And the wolf will run;
I know many things,
I see far ahead
About the fates of the gods,
As they shape themselves.