A keresés eredménye

The Edge

A wind crashes in from the sea, I look at
the cheek of the young girl who lies next to me.
Her mouth is open, the blood runs reddish-brown,
men are on their way, I hear approaching sounds.
 
The woman still breathes, maybe we'll make it.
The cliff edge our refuge for our forbidden love.
I could hardly have released this stone from my hand.
Did I strike [her]? Were there spells or bonds working on me?
 
They will not stop.
If they find me lying
with her, with whom I found freedom,
we could improvise a game of hide and seek,
they will kill us both,
they will beat us with old weapons.
She doesn't answer, doomed to die,
if my goddess doesn't wake soon.
 
Together we shall leave life,
if I lie next to this woman.
If I just confess to nothing
I should be able to stay alive.
 
Her blood drips onto the land,
I pick her up, injured, and take her beautiful hand.
I throw her off the cliff,
as the sea moves back from the shore.
 

Gangári

I came across a good young man
He seized his sword from his drawstring
He has won respect for himself
So he slayed men at Draugagill
 
The sword's edge was shining
Cut there into magic runes
One battled against a whole gang
His battlecry was loud
 
Bit the blade in two
I got blood in my mouth
He stood here strongly but
Now the boy lacks strength
 
I look on in silence
The throat is cut open
Soon this will be our brother
He is exhausted
 
A bitter edge
A broken rune
 
Game over
The blade betrayed [him]
 

The Sword

Legs shake, unrest descends, danger builds
Legs shake, tragedy is resisted, a time of war
 
I swing my sword fearlessly about
In sweat and blood I cut and stab them
Danger mounts around me
They want to enslave my children and wife
They want my country, treasures, and life
 
The time is one of much conflict
 
Legs shake (hopes rise), children wait
Legs shake (he strives on), a sword swings
Legs shake, bodies leak [blood], a night of disgrace
Legs shake, flies cover [the bodies]
The time is one of much conflict
 
Sword drawn, I am suited to this
The best-made weapon is expensive
I stabbed them three times, flayed them
I push them up into a narrow passage
I will slay and slaughter them
Then the blade brakes against a valley ghost
Spring rains, a weapon of power
A viking is beaten, helplessly
 
Life ends in ugliness
I look over their ranks
I stare frozen at the path ahead
I point out the tip of my sword
There is everything I once knew
Thorns are strewn across my path
I was once able to do good deeds
Now I die alone and humiliated
 
Sword drawn, I am suited to this
The best-made weapon is expensive
I stabbed them three times, flayed them
I push them up into a narrow passage
I will slay and slaughter them
Then the blade brakes against a valley ghost
Spring rains, a weapon of power
A viking is beaten, helplessly
 
Sword drawn, I am suited to this
The best-made weapon is expensive
I stabbed them three times, flayed them
I push them up into a narrow passage
I will slay and slaughter them
Then the blade brakes against a valley ghost
Spring rains, a weapon of power
A viking is beaten, helplessly
 

Gleipnir

From Loki Fenrir was born
Full of arrogance it was said
The world was foggy when he was birthed
A heavy burden laid on the world
 
Now it was noticed that
The poor whelp grew fast
Time was scanty, doubt was none
Promptly leashed the beast should be
 
Firstly Læðing the gods were given
The leash was threaded round Fenrir’s neck
The wolf was forceful, ugly, hairy
With easy wrath the leash he broke.
 
When Drómi harnessed Fenrir
A false judgement upon the wolf.
With claws and a thundering crash
That honest leash the wolf tore.
 
The cat’s footsteps, the woman’s beard,
My magic over this I lay.
The bear’s sinews, the mountain’s roots
Now we wait under the cover of shadow.
The bird’s spit, the fish’s breath,
Simple creation for a dwarf.
A month I wandered many streets,
My payment was that very leash.
 
The leash is thinner than all the others,
Rare and magical dwarfish construct.
To the island of Lyngvi Fenrir was taken,
Loose he causes much mischief.
 
Have in my hands the leash Gleipnir
Look into his evil eyes.
Trusting in Óðinn, Týr and Sleipnir,
They’ll take me there and back again.
 
The leash is thinner than all leashes,
A Rare and magical dwarfish construct.
Before they Fenrir to Lyngvi took
Loose he causes much mischief.
 
I have in my hands the leash Gleipnir.
Look into his evil eyes.
Trusting in Óðinn, Týr and Sleipnir
Take me there and back again.