Текст и перевод песни Einar Selvik - Vigahugr - Lust For Battle

Vigahugr - Lust For Battle

Upp skulum órum sverðum,
Ulfs tannlituðr, glitra,
Eigum dǫ'ð at drýgja
í dal-miskunn fiska

Leiti upp til landar
Lýða hverr sem bráðast,
Gerum þar fyr sjǫt sólar
Seið ófagran vigra.

Farit hefk blóðgum brandi,
Mér benþiðurr fylgði,
Ok gjallanda geiri,
Gangr vas harðr af víkingum

Ger-ðum reiðir róstur,
Rann eldr of sjǫt manna,
Lé-tum blóðga búka
í borghliði sœfask.

Vigahugr - Lust For Battle

Let us draw our swords,
Wolf-toothed, glittering,
We have death to deal
In the fish-mercy of the valleys

Seek the land
Every man who is quickest,
Let us make for seven suns
The ugly witchcraft of war.

I have ridden with a bloody brand,
The wound-whetter followed me,
And with a shrieking spear,
The warriors' march was hard

We made red the waves,
Fire ran over seven men,
We had bloody carcasses
Lying asleep in the castle-yard.