Týr (DK)

Eric the Red tracks

Lyrics




THE EDGE





Nightfall in my hall, all I can do is recall as I sit alone in the
Darkness, I confess, my part was not any less than whose I was forced to impress

It was a year ago, I left my heart behind to return, with a longing did I burn, I meant to return
And now a year has gone and everything has changed for the worse and it's on me like a curse, things changed for the worse

Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king
Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge

Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin
Sjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at fara
Brátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnan
Leiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk

I see no other way than on, what will they say when I am gone
I want my memory to be mild, I want it to glow
Upon my pages blood is stained, this way some honour will remain
But I did cause the death of a child both you and I know

And when they came to bleed me dry, I only wonder why did I
On that Easter morn' for the love of my life not vie
Let them kill me just the same, I should have lied and played their game
It is a lesser sin than what I have done since that day

It won't go away, nothing I can say save lay down and pray
What came from within, what came from without,
I can't be about, myself do I doubt ever since that day

Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king
Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge

Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin
Sjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at fara
Brátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnan
Leiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk

New day, we all pay for our mistakes on our way; lead me up the hillside at
Daybreak, my mistake, don't shed a tear at my wake, just believe it's for my own sake

No turning back now
No tears at my wake, I'll pay for my vow
Just march up the hill till we reach the end
Transmigration calls, I long to ascend
It's for my own sake






REGIN SMIDUR





Viljið tær nú lýða á
meðan eg man kvøða
Um teir ríku kongarnar
sum eg vil nú um røða

Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sinum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Hundings synir í randargný
teir skaðan gørdu har
Eitur var í svørinum
teir bóru móti mær

Fávnir eitur ormurin
á Glitrarheiði liggur
Regin er ein góður smiður
fáum er hann dyggur

Hann var sær á leikvøllum
imillum manna herjar
Rívur upp eikikelvi stór
hann lemjir summar til heljar

Eystantil undri heyginum
ið dreingir eyka tal
Dimmur er hesin dapri dagur
niður í mold at fara

Har komm maður á vøllin fram
eingin ið hann kendi
Síðan hatt á høvdi bar
og finskan boga í hendi

Har komm maður á vøllin fram
hann vá við eggjateini
Eyga hevði hann eitt í heysi
knept var brók at beini

Ormurin er skriðin av gullinum
tað man frættast víða
Sjúrður setist á Granar bak
hann býr seg til at ríða

Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sinum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

[Translation:]

Regin Blacksmith

Will you now listen
whilst I will sing.
About the rich kings
that I will now speak of

Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath

Hundings sons at war
they did damage there
Poison was in the sword
they carried against me

Fafnir is the name of the dragon
that lies on the Glittering Heath
Regin is a good blacksmith
to few is he faithfull

He was on fields of play
rages amongst men
Tears up large oak trunks
he maims some to Hel

On the easten side under the mound
where heroes grow in numbers
Dark is this sad day
down in the mould to go

A man stepped forward upon the field
Noone knew him
He had a wide hat on his head
and a Finnish bow in his hand

A man stepped forward upon the field
raging with his sword
He had one eye
and his trouser legs were buttoned

The dragon has slithered of the gold
it is rumoured widely
Sigfried seats himself on Greyfells back
he prepares himself to ride

Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath






DREAMS





I've learned all the lore, I've been told all the tales
Ancient legends of war are the wind in my sails

The deeds of the brave come alive in the rhyme
And the myth is my ship on the ocean of time

I can feel it is near, I can see it appear and at dawn on the

Glittering Heath I saw it all, gold lay beneath
And the Dragon did meet its bane and was slain and at Dawn at the
Valkyries hill, crossing the fire, acting her will
Was the slayer and how alive though it seems
I was there in my dreams

Somewhere in time deeds of the day
Became the rhymes we sing today

Where did we come from and where are we now
Is enough information to say where we'll go

Wherever we go we must go there from here
And we carry our load and we learn all the lore

I can feel it is near, I can see it appear and at dawn on the

Glittering Heath I saw it all, gold lay beneath
And the Dragon did meet its bane and was slain and at Dawn at the
Valkyries hill, crossing the fire, acting her will
Was the slayer and how alive though it seems
I was there in my dreams

Somewhere in time deeds of the day
Became the rhymes we sing today

In a way we have turned through the pages of
time in a rhyme, gone back as far as we may
In a day we are part of the tales of the brave
as they pave way for descendants in dreams

Somewhere in time deeds of the day
Became the rhymes we sing today

I've learned all the lore




THE WILD ROVER




I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And never I'll play the wild rover no more

I went to a shanty I used to frequent
And told the landlady my money were spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay"
Saying, "Customers like you I can get any day"

And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I drew from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
The landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
Saying, "I have the whiskey and wine of the best
and the words that I told you were only in jest"

And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I'll go home to my parents, tell them what I've done
And hope they will pardon their prodigal son
And if they will do as so often before
No never I'll play the wild rover no more

And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more





STÝRISVØLURIN






Og hvør ið enn klettum ræður ei á vindi vá
Teir hildu um stýrisvøl tá ódnin legði á
"Legg upp í lotið," rópti ein og samdir teir
hála á stýrisvøl, men alt til fánýtis

Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd,
og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd

Og skriður tín knørrur fram tað sama hvat tú vil
Teir bardust um stýrisvøl men einki róður til
Og enn vit halda stýrisvøl eins og vit
halda vit eru fræls, trælborin óspurd so

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll
í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

Tiltuskað av landnyrðings ódn, og vindurin
leikar í Miðgarði mól
Til Ásgarðs har Askurin stóð, sum træðrirnir
lívsins í lotinum har blaktraðu tá

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll
í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

og fløtur, vitandi hvat mál vit megna livandi
Og feigdin dregur liðandi, vit vála henni
Tigandi á ting

[Solo: Heri Joensen]
[Solo: Terji Skibenæs]

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll
í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

Væl vitandi langnunnar leið, men gott er
tað treystið at val er í vón
Óteljandi leiðirnar tær, men ilt er tað
treystið at valið er gjørt, leiðin bert ein

Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd
og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd

[Translation:]

And whoever reigns these cliffs, did not defeat the wind
They held the tiller when the storm broke loose
“Steer into the wind,” shouted one and united they
pulled the tiller, but all in vain

The course has been set, carved in stone
And are we satisfied when the tale is told

And does your ship advance regardless of what you want
They fought over the rudderless tiller
And still we hold the tiller as we
Think we are free, thrallborn unconsulted so

We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains

Drenched and weary by the northwestern
storm, and the winds rages in Midgard
To Asgard where the Ash stood, like the
threads of life then flapped in the breeze

We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains

And plains, knowing what goal we are capable of living
And destiny draws slowly, we drift to meet it

We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains

Well aware of the course of destiny but it is
comforting that choice is before us
Countless your possible courses, but
discomforting that the choice has been made,
only one course

The course has been set, carved in stone
And are we satisfied when the tale is told





ÓLAVUR RIDDARARÓS