"Ætti Mørkna" lyrics
[Norwegian:]
Å bli staoande slik med husbonden vekke
Ingen son, ingen mann, ikkje nokon gard
Ken kan no hemna Arntor den rake
Vil åtti nokongang fao æra attendes
Sviken ao mange sviken ao eigne
Keleis gjekk da til møste alt I ei vending
Visse pao seier huga til krig
Ufatteleg å tapa ba alder om grid
Grådige tunger godset misunner
Høgsetet lokkar meir enn sæle
Trui at rangen til banemannen fann
Skapte splid innåt setet millom svake træler
Ærenamnet rissast naor sogao skal rissast
Ken kunde vita ke ufatteleg mykje
Banehogget til Arntor hadde å sei
Stort da e å vera konge med rike
Men betre å vera mann utan å ha svike
Visse på seier huga til krig
Men I tapet ulma splid
Æra sett tå spel for ætti
Mao likhauga mørkna føre soli
[English translation:]
[The Bloodline Fades]
To be left like this with the master gone
No son, no man, no farm
Who will now avenge Arntor the proud
Will the bloodline ever reclaim its honour?
Betrayed by many, betrayed by their own
How did this happen, lost everything on a whim
Assured of victory, wanting war
Inconceivable to lose, never asked for pardon
Greedy tongues covet the estate
The throne entices more than the good health
The belief that the killer's rank was found
Created schisms between weak thralls
The honourous name is carved together with the saga
Who could know how unfathomably much
The killing blow of Arntor would account for?
It's great to be a king with a kingdom
But it's better to be a man of no treachery
Assured of victory, wanting war
But in defeat separation awaits
The honour is put at stake for the bloodline
May burial mounds darken before the sun
Å bli staoande slik med husbonden vekke
Ingen son, ingen mann, ikkje nokon gard
Ken kan no hemna Arntor den rake
Vil åtti nokongang fao æra attendes
Sviken ao mange sviken ao eigne
Keleis gjekk da til møste alt I ei vending
Visse pao seier huga til krig
Ufatteleg å tapa ba alder om grid
Grådige tunger godset misunner
Høgsetet lokkar meir enn sæle
Trui at rangen til banemannen fann
Skapte splid innåt setet millom svake træler
Ærenamnet rissast naor sogao skal rissast
Ken kunde vita ke ufatteleg mykje
Banehogget til Arntor hadde å sei
Stort da e å vera konge med rike
Men betre å vera mann utan å ha svike
Visse på seier huga til krig
Men I tapet ulma splid
Æra sett tå spel for ætti
Mao likhauga mørkna føre soli
[English translation:]
[The Bloodline Fades]
To be left like this with the master gone
No son, no man, no farm
Who will now avenge Arntor the proud
Will the bloodline ever reclaim its honour?
Betrayed by many, betrayed by their own
How did this happen, lost everything on a whim
Assured of victory, wanting war
Inconceivable to lose, never asked for pardon
Greedy tongues covet the estate
The throne entices more than the good health
The belief that the killer's rank was found
Created schisms between weak thralls
The honourous name is carved together with the saga
Who could know how unfathomably much
The killing blow of Arntor would account for?
It's great to be a king with a kingdom
But it's better to be a man of no treachery
Assured of victory, wanting war
But in defeat separation awaits
The honour is put at stake for the bloodline
May burial mounds darken before the sun
