"Kampen" lyrics
[Norwegian:]
Føste gaongen di kom va ra med kvite krist å kråss
Maonge ao åss nekta å ta imot dinna bysle krist
Men nåken ao åss svikta. Jor å stidling I stan føare haidn skjikk
No mao mi ao å lima, ain kamp mot kristne fanta
Torshammaren vart knuste, irstatta me ain kråss
Sjonging ao tona, irstatta me bysle or
Bloting føbåe, irstatta me gustineste
Håvi vart brende, irstatta me kjørkje
No mao mi ao å lima, ain kamp mot kristne fanta
Dan andre gaongen di kom va ra so bedrevitara me sokadla konnskap
Maonge ao åss nekta å verta so byfanta, nåken ao åss svikta
Status å innpass I stan føare sont bondevit
No mao mi ao å lima, ain kamp mot byfanta
Hauga å vådla føsvinde, store bygj å bue
Spraoke vaort vert utvatna, ao ti å, I ti E
Bjor å laug, ti søte vin å rapavatn
Fjøsbrok å trisko, ti vie brøke å tåskne sko
No mao mi ao å lima, ain kamp mot byfanta
[English translation:]
[The Battle]
The first time they came was with Jesus Christ and crosses
Many of us refused to accept this weak god
Some of betrayed, land and positions
Instead of Heathen customs
Now we have to gather, a battle against Christian bastards
Thor's hammer was crushed, replaced with a cross
Singing and tones, replaced with weak words
Blot was forbidden, replaced with religious service
Holy places were scorched, replaced with churches
Now we have to gather, a battle against Christian bastards
The second time the came, was as know-it-alls with so-called knowledge
Many of us refused to become like city-men
Some of us betrayed, status and foothold
Instead of the true common sense
Now we have to gather, a battle against city bastards
Hills and fields disappeared, big buildings and houses
Our language was thinned out: ao to å, and i to e
Mead and water to sweet wine and champagne
Barns pants and clogs, to wide pants and idiotic shoes
Now we have to gather, a battle against city bastards
Føste gaongen di kom va ra med kvite krist å kråss
Maonge ao åss nekta å ta imot dinna bysle krist
Men nåken ao åss svikta. Jor å stidling I stan føare haidn skjikk
No mao mi ao å lima, ain kamp mot kristne fanta
Torshammaren vart knuste, irstatta me ain kråss
Sjonging ao tona, irstatta me bysle or
Bloting føbåe, irstatta me gustineste
Håvi vart brende, irstatta me kjørkje
No mao mi ao å lima, ain kamp mot kristne fanta
Dan andre gaongen di kom va ra so bedrevitara me sokadla konnskap
Maonge ao åss nekta å verta so byfanta, nåken ao åss svikta
Status å innpass I stan føare sont bondevit
No mao mi ao å lima, ain kamp mot byfanta
Hauga å vådla føsvinde, store bygj å bue
Spraoke vaort vert utvatna, ao ti å, I ti E
Bjor å laug, ti søte vin å rapavatn
Fjøsbrok å trisko, ti vie brøke å tåskne sko
No mao mi ao å lima, ain kamp mot byfanta
[English translation:]
[The Battle]
The first time they came was with Jesus Christ and crosses
Many of us refused to accept this weak god
Some of betrayed, land and positions
Instead of Heathen customs
Now we have to gather, a battle against Christian bastards
Thor's hammer was crushed, replaced with a cross
Singing and tones, replaced with weak words
Blot was forbidden, replaced with religious service
Holy places were scorched, replaced with churches
Now we have to gather, a battle against Christian bastards
The second time the came, was as know-it-alls with so-called knowledge
Many of us refused to become like city-men
Some of us betrayed, status and foothold
Instead of the true common sense
Now we have to gather, a battle against city bastards
Hills and fields disappeared, big buildings and houses
Our language was thinned out: ao to å, and i to e
Mead and water to sweet wine and champagne
Barns pants and clogs, to wide pants and idiotic shoes
Now we have to gather, a battle against city bastards
