"1184" lyrics
Sumaren elleve hundre og åttifira gjekk kong Sverre til harde motåtgjerder
Drapi på han Ivar Dape med prest og følgje fekk hate større
Det største slaget i borgarkrigen skulle no trast finna stad
Horder av menn i brynjer med sverd ville enda opp i mannadrap
Ingen ante at bragdi hans Arntor kunne slike følgje få
Ved Hagastrondi på Fimreite låg Sverre sin flåte på fjortan skip
Med mål å ramma Sogndal bygd, kvar ein gard skulle brennast ned
Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid for å sikra hans ætt evig grid
Gudane ved hans side og han Magnus med hær og skip
Utan sidestykkje, eit voldsomt mannadrap, ein eim av daud, fjorden raud, svart, svart slag
Blodhemn rådde millom Magnus og Kong Sverre
Deira strid om Noreg si trone enda med Magnus sitt fall med tvo tusen mann
Svikaren Sverre slost ikkje han, so i tøs han iakttok slaget frå land
Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid kom alder attende døydde for grid
Dag lei mot kveld, ætti fekk vita
Arntor såg gudane so ein ekta windir
For å sikra hans ætt evig grid må krigaren gå viljugt i strid
[English translation:]
During the summer of 1184 king Sverre set in motion his counter-actions
The murder of Ivar Dape, the priest and his followers caused hatred to grow
The grandest battle of the civil war should soon find place
Hordes of men with chainmail and swords
Would end their lives in manslaughter
No one foresaw that Arntor's accomplishments would get such consequences
At Hagastranda by Fimreite lay Sverre's fleet of fourteen ships
The objective to ruin the town of Sogndal
Scorch every single farm!
The warrior Arntor volunteered for battle
To give his lineage eternal pardon
The objective to ruin the town of Sogndal
Scorch every single farm!
Arntor the warrior volunteered for battle
To give his bloodline eternal passage
The Gods by his side and Magnus with army and ships
Without comparison, a violent manslaughter
Piles of dead, the fjord red, black, black clash
Revenge by blood stirred between Magnus and King Sverre
In the battle of Norway's throne Magnus fell with two thousand men
The traitor Sverre did not fight
He watched the battle from land like a coward
The warrior Arntor volunteered for battle
Did not return, died for pardon
Day turned to night
His family got the news
Arntor saw the gods as a true windir
To secure the lineage eternal pardon
The warrior must volunteer for battle
Drapi på han Ivar Dape med prest og følgje fekk hate større
Det største slaget i borgarkrigen skulle no trast finna stad
Horder av menn i brynjer med sverd ville enda opp i mannadrap
Ingen ante at bragdi hans Arntor kunne slike følgje få
Ved Hagastrondi på Fimreite låg Sverre sin flåte på fjortan skip
Med mål å ramma Sogndal bygd, kvar ein gard skulle brennast ned
Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid for å sikra hans ætt evig grid
Gudane ved hans side og han Magnus med hær og skip
Utan sidestykkje, eit voldsomt mannadrap, ein eim av daud, fjorden raud, svart, svart slag
Blodhemn rådde millom Magnus og Kong Sverre
Deira strid om Noreg si trone enda med Magnus sitt fall med tvo tusen mann
Svikaren Sverre slost ikkje han, so i tøs han iakttok slaget frå land
Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid kom alder attende døydde for grid
Dag lei mot kveld, ætti fekk vita
Arntor såg gudane so ein ekta windir
For å sikra hans ætt evig grid må krigaren gå viljugt i strid
[English translation:]
During the summer of 1184 king Sverre set in motion his counter-actions
The murder of Ivar Dape, the priest and his followers caused hatred to grow
The grandest battle of the civil war should soon find place
Hordes of men with chainmail and swords
Would end their lives in manslaughter
No one foresaw that Arntor's accomplishments would get such consequences
At Hagastranda by Fimreite lay Sverre's fleet of fourteen ships
The objective to ruin the town of Sogndal
Scorch every single farm!
The warrior Arntor volunteered for battle
To give his lineage eternal pardon
The objective to ruin the town of Sogndal
Scorch every single farm!
Arntor the warrior volunteered for battle
To give his bloodline eternal passage
The Gods by his side and Magnus with army and ships
Without comparison, a violent manslaughter
Piles of dead, the fjord red, black, black clash
Revenge by blood stirred between Magnus and King Sverre
In the battle of Norway's throne Magnus fell with two thousand men
The traitor Sverre did not fight
He watched the battle from land like a coward
The warrior Arntor volunteered for battle
Did not return, died for pardon
Day turned to night
His family got the news
Arntor saw the gods as a true windir
To secure the lineage eternal pardon
The warrior must volunteer for battle
Writer(s): Jarle Einar Kvale, Terje Bakken
