Текст и перевод песни Darkthrone - I En Hall Med Flask Og Mjod

I En Hall Med Flask Og Mjod

Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe,
Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned.
Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned,
For ingen kunne vite - hrorhen hengingen fant sted
Ensom mann han var - Da han dro til Valfars plass,
Han ankom ifírt Brynje - til et storslatt Grimt Palass.
Tusen ar var gatt - siden forrige mann kom dit.
De grat av Dyster glede - da en sínn kom endelig.
Nor for det Trolske gapet - var en takeheim dypt ned.
Rekker av Nors sínner - vandret dithen nor og ned.
Ingen manglet Grav - og ingen manglet sínner,
For de for av elle og sott - dit til Kuldeheimens senger.
Kun fa av vaktens barn - kom til Farens rike rad,
For listig svik blant dem - fírte flestemann dypt ned.
Dog kan man híre sangen - hver en Hedensk gammel híytid
For ja enna festes det - blant De Trofste Ods Sínner.

I En Hall Med Flask Og Mjod

In an old ash tree hung a Naskald old man,
Under a black sky from which the rain poured down.
No one went there to cut down the corpse,
For no one could know where the hanging took place.
A lonely man he was when he went to Valfar's place,
He arrived clad in chain mail to a magnificent, grim palace.
A thousand years had passed since the last man came there.
They cried with gloomy joy when one of their own finally came.
North of the Troll's Gap was a house deep down.
Rows of Norse sinners wandered there north and down.
No one lacked a grave and no one lacked a sinner,
For they died of illness and disease - there in the beds of the Cold Home.
Only a few of the warden's children came to the Father's council,
For cunning deceit among them cast most down deep.
Yet one can hear the song every old pagan feast,
For they still celebrate it among the Faithful Ods Sinners.