"Kong Hydnes Haug" lyrics
[Norwegian:]
Yst I ran mektige Norafjorn, frao gudn Nor si ti
Yst I Lomeldi, heimsta Slind vart 'a pao Hydneshaugen
I ran sista helfti ao ra fjera aorhondra lakt ain haug føare ain windir
Ai mannalaonge kjista ao stain so alder breste
I kjistao ve hass høgre sia ait laongsverd laog
Ai spenna ao bråns kappao hass hildt
Ve fotendn to lairka me bisk
Utafø kjistao ve venstre gavlvaiggj, to spjut laog klar, håve vendt mot vest
Alt ti feri... Men I førra aorhondra ottao børja
Uvitande menn me hoga fø jor
Rødde vekk fjortan aorhondra sjilefri I trihondra børe me stain
Uvitande dai va om ottao, gudadn sitt raseri skapte
Dan ivigvarande ottao so framleis herska haimst I Slind dan dag I dag
Dar e ai bysle stemning, ait mørke follt ao kjainsle
Guda so kan ta frao reg da ain traingje meste, ait sinnelag
Framleis ha maonge otta føare å ferdast mødlo
Saoknardalr å Laikvangir itte kvelda fitabil
Kong Hydnes haug...
[English translation:]
[The Burial Mound Of King Hydnes]
Farthest away in the powerful Norafjordr
From the god "Nor" time
Farthest out in Lomeldi, inner Slind
In the last half of the fourth century there was
Made a tomb for a windir on King Hydnes burial mound
A coffin long as a man made of stone that never breaks
In the coffin by his right hand side lay a longsword
A buckle of bronze held his cape
By his feet two earthen vessels with supper
Outside the coffin by the left gable. Wall
Two spears lay ready, the head turned westward
Everything for the journey
But in the last century fear began
Ignorant men with lust for land
Cleared 14 centuries with peace of mind
In 300 cords of stone
Ignorant the were about the fear that the god s rage created
The everlasting fear which still rules
In the far end of Slind even today
There is a scary mood
A dark full of emotions
Gods who can take from you than you need the
Most - a disposition
Still many people has feared to travel between
Soknardalr and Leikvangir after dusk
The burial mound of King Hydnes
Yst I ran mektige Norafjorn, frao gudn Nor si ti
Yst I Lomeldi, heimsta Slind vart 'a pao Hydneshaugen
I ran sista helfti ao ra fjera aorhondra lakt ain haug føare ain windir
Ai mannalaonge kjista ao stain so alder breste
I kjistao ve hass høgre sia ait laongsverd laog
Ai spenna ao bråns kappao hass hildt
Ve fotendn to lairka me bisk
Utafø kjistao ve venstre gavlvaiggj, to spjut laog klar, håve vendt mot vest
Alt ti feri... Men I førra aorhondra ottao børja
Uvitande menn me hoga fø jor
Rødde vekk fjortan aorhondra sjilefri I trihondra børe me stain
Uvitande dai va om ottao, gudadn sitt raseri skapte
Dan ivigvarande ottao so framleis herska haimst I Slind dan dag I dag
Dar e ai bysle stemning, ait mørke follt ao kjainsle
Guda so kan ta frao reg da ain traingje meste, ait sinnelag
Framleis ha maonge otta føare å ferdast mødlo
Saoknardalr å Laikvangir itte kvelda fitabil
Kong Hydnes haug...
[English translation:]
[The Burial Mound Of King Hydnes]
Farthest away in the powerful Norafjordr
From the god "Nor" time
Farthest out in Lomeldi, inner Slind
In the last half of the fourth century there was
Made a tomb for a windir on King Hydnes burial mound
A coffin long as a man made of stone that never breaks
In the coffin by his right hand side lay a longsword
A buckle of bronze held his cape
By his feet two earthen vessels with supper
Outside the coffin by the left gable. Wall
Two spears lay ready, the head turned westward
Everything for the journey
But in the last century fear began
Ignorant men with lust for land
Cleared 14 centuries with peace of mind
In 300 cords of stone
Ignorant the were about the fear that the god s rage created
The everlasting fear which still rules
In the far end of Slind even today
There is a scary mood
A dark full of emotions
Gods who can take from you than you need the
Most - a disposition
Still many people has feared to travel between
Soknardalr and Leikvangir after dusk
The burial mound of King Hydnes
