Текст и перевод песни Nytt Land - Gjallarhorn

Gjallarhorn

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?

Gjallarhorn

Dance, sons of Mimir,
And a fierce fire
Ignites in the hall
Of Gjallarhorn;
Heimdallr blows his horn,
The horn is in the air,
Odin speaks
To Mimir's head.

The ash stands tall,
Trembling Yggdrasil,
Yggdrasil, ancient tree,
And the giant breaks free;
All are afraid
In the halls of the dead
Before Surtr
Swallows them whole.

What is happening among the gods?
What is happening among the elves?
Jötunheimr roars,
The gods are in council,
Dwarves groan
Behind their stones,
Veggberg's guardians.
Do you know more - or what?