As thunder borne upon the wind Was heard the battle's wild uproar See the angels of the dead Seek blood dripping crimson red Amidst the heaps of foemen
Hrr de rir et rykte srfra Herskjold og herda oddar herje Kampkloke, hissige kjlskodde hestar Spydver i vente Med dragar i stavnen Malmsterke udyr vente
Feel the of taste of hate release its bitterness Caught up in a place to face the fate From below taken, trapped and tied in chains Serpent spewing venom
Galders great, nine Bltorn gave Nine lays of might Drank the draught of Kvasirs blood Mead Divine Word from word gave words to me And throve full well
Fear rule my world still Has ruled it, shall rule it Meek is weak Ill-boding wolfs blood Crowned in woe, death-stained Dread-gard Queen Sear the runes
I Hordaland ska hrmenn fella blot Mannablot te Herjans hr Nidingverk e Starkads bot Grimme gamle halvtrolls bane-brodd Harde hirdmanns lodd Starkads
Axe-age kstid Sword-age Sverdtid Wolf-age Vargtid I saw the doombringer coming to call In form of the blind And the arrow of fraud Pierced through the
False peace None my friend in word Batteling bards None my friend in word Bloodshed Ill nature comes to pass War gods Ill nature comes to pass Loke Untame
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Djupe skogen, Loke-skrall Jotun frista hammar-skrall Mjollne brest hugens hallar Fjell og dalar drottens dronne-kall I Utgard; Ake-Tor Folget raka Jotun
Horr de rir et rykte sorfra Herskjold og herda oddar herje Kampkloke, hissige kjolskodde hestar Spydver i vente Med dragar i stavnen Malmsterke udyr
Ormens strid va hard Jernvapen skrangla mot skallar Longspyd luta for liv a ta Regn av ildpiler falt I Odins gny Jernvapen skalv Broddar brant blodig
I Hordaland ska h?rmenn fella blot Mannablot te Herjans h?r Nidingverk e Starkads bot Grimme gamle halvtrolls bane-brodd Harde hirdmanns lodd Starkads
Galders great, nine Boltorn gave Nine lays of might Drank the draught of Kvasir?s blood Mead Divine Word from word gave words to me And throve full
Hear me Doom-bringers Pale-bleak spawn of Hel Await the seething tide? As a venomous omen An eagle pecks at the dead Its beak dripping blood? At dusk
False peace None my friend in word Batteling bards None my friend in word Bloodshed Ill nature comes to pass War gods Ill nature comes to pass Loke
