Og hv,r ið enn klettum rður ei vindi v
Teir hildu um strisv,l t dnin legði
'Legg upp lotið,' rpti ein og samdir teir
hla strisv,l, men alt til fntis
Leiðin er l,gd, grti er h,gd,
og eru vit n,gd t s,gnin er s,gd
Og skriður tn kn,rrur fram tað sama hvat t vil
Teir bardust um strisv,l men einki rður til
Og enn vit halda strisv,l eins og vit
halda vit eru frls, trlborin spurd so
Fjakka vit ,ll um kirkjugarðsv,ll
oyðini h,ll, um fjarblu fj,ll
Tiltuskað av landnyrðings dn, og vindurin
leikar Miðgarði ml
Til Ásgarðs har Askurin stð, sum trðrirnir
lvsins lotinum har blaktraðu t
Fjakka vit ,ll um kirkjugarðsv,ll
oyðini h,ll, um fjarblu fj,ll
og fl,tur, vitandi hvat ml vit megna livandi
Og feigdin dregur liðandi, vit vla henni
Tigandi ting
Solo: Heri Joensen
Solo: Terji Skibens
Fjakka vit ,ll um kirkjugarðsv,ll
oyðini h,ll, um fjarblu fj,ll
Vl vitandi langnunnar leið, men gott er
tað treystið at val er vn
teljandi leiðirnar tr, men ilt er tað
treystið at valið er gj,rt, leiðin bert ein
Leiðin er l,gd, grti er h,gd
og eru vit n,gd t s,gnin er s,gd
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
