Brisinghamen
Einsam ho gret, den vakraste av alle
Fanga og lĺst I ei sorg ingen skjřner
Gleden forsvann langt, langt der ute.
Ei brennande lyst, en ingen hĺp.
Ho lengtar heim, men finn ingen veg.
Ein sorgfull lagnad gřymt bak eit smil.
Mardol du fagre for fred du blei ofra
Du solgte din lekam, men fann ingen trřyst.
Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for deg
Gern du ga deg hen, og slokka mangt
eit begjćr. Men, framleis drypp
det om natta gull frĺ dine auge.
Frřya, od skal du finna nĺr alt er forbi
dĺ skal du bli sluppen fri.
Inntil den dag finn du inga trřyst.
Sjřl ikkje I glitrande Brisinghamen.
English translate: Brisinghamen
In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all
Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive
Joy vanished far out there
Burning desire, but no hope
She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way
A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile
Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were
You sold your flesh, but found no comfort
That which glitters does not bring you peace
Gern you devoted yourself
and consumed many desire.
But, still in the night,
gold is dripping from your eyes.
Frőya, Od you shall find when everything ends
Then you shall be set free
Untill that day you shall find no comfort
Not even in the shining Brisinghamen
Fanga og lĺst I ei sorg ingen skjřner
Gleden forsvann langt, langt der ute.
Ei brennande lyst, en ingen hĺp.
Ho lengtar heim, men finn ingen veg.
Ein sorgfull lagnad gřymt bak eit smil.
Mardol du fagre for fred du blei ofra
Du solgte din lekam, men fann ingen trřyst.
Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for deg
Gern du ga deg hen, og slokka mangt
eit begjćr. Men, framleis drypp
det om natta gull frĺ dine auge.
Frřya, od skal du finna nĺr alt er forbi
dĺ skal du bli sluppen fri.
Inntil den dag finn du inga trřyst.
Sjřl ikkje I glitrande Brisinghamen.
English translate: Brisinghamen
In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all
Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive
Joy vanished far out there
Burning desire, but no hope
She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way
A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile
Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were
You sold your flesh, but found no comfort
That which glitters does not bring you peace
Gern you devoted yourself
and consumed many desire.
But, still in the night,
gold is dripping from your eyes.
Frőya, Od you shall find when everything ends
Then you shall be set free
Untill that day you shall find no comfort
Not even in the shining Brisinghamen