A keresés eredménye

Olafs Belt

It was not last year but the year before
out in Saint Olavs place of reign,
I plan to take the kings life
very late on a christmas evening
 
I took the king on my back,
I thought I were young
but as I came in Durahall
there I fell so heavy I was.
 
Forward then came the consecrator
there was no way around it
he cut me tilted on my head
Am I not made holy yet?
 
He cut me tilted on my head
but was not finished torturing me
splashed after me holy water
I still feel it burning
 
They splashed fire and myrrh
and the consecrator watered wide.
The consecrator came where I stood
and burned me.
 
They splashed fire and myrrh
and the consecrator watered wide.
The consecrator came where I stood
and burned me.
 
The sense on their land was
that I was of no threat,
suddenly I bounced the belt of the kings back
and was then put far down below earth.
 

In a hundred years everything is forgotten

I wander tonight while thinking and struggle
I think I'm like a capsized boat
And all that I’m wailing and all that I'm suffering
So I do not see any advice
 
But why should I be so badly stressed?
In a hundred years everything is forgotten
Then I rather jump and sing a song
And keep my life for a beautiful novel
 
I eat by God as a full-grown risi*
And drinking, drinking like hell
But what shall I do with all this joy?
In a hundred years everything is forgotten
 
So I stop the struggle for real
And walks towards the sea with my tormented soul
There the world probably find me eventually
So bitterly drowned to death
 
But why should I end up so way too mean?
In a hundred years everything is forgotten
Oh no, it's better to stroll and live
And write a book for each coming Christmas
 
And eventually rise to the count of the verse
And die like a novel's magnat
Then there is only one thing that makes me uneasy:
In a hundred years everything is forgotten