[Sacrifice To The Elves]
[Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1993/96]
[Music by Ivar Bjrnson 1996]
Bring forth your
sacrifice
The winter can last for long
Show them honour
Servants of Frey
Let the blood flow
On his pride
Until they are
pleased
To provide our magnificense and growth
Our king will show his wrath
If we do not honour our promise
Poor the
harvest will be
Without seeds in earth
Don't spill the finest blood
Strong sons will not be born too often
"Oh, wise
Volve when shall I get to see, fields of growth
When shall I once again feel the light touch from Freyas hands"
Death comes
fast
If you do not honour
The people below
The friends of the Vanirs
Bring forth
The holy boar
Then the sun will still
shine
And we can still breath
We didn't wish to die
We didn't wish to awake
The wrath of the elders
Bring forth the
holy boar
[Norwegian]
Bring frem ditt offer
Vinteren kan lett bli lang
Vis dem re
Frys understter
La blodet
renne
Over hans stolthet
Til de er begjret
For vr prakt og vr grde
Vred blir vr konge
Hvis ei vrt lfte blir
holdt
Skral blir den avling
Som ei er blitt sdd
Spill ei det beste blod
Sterke snner fdes ei i overflod
"Kloke
volve nr skal jeg f se, Grderike enger"
"Nr skal jeg igjen f fle, Fryas myke hender"
Dden kommer fort
Om en ikke
rer
Folket der under
Vaneguders frender
Bring fram
Den hellige Galte
S solen ikke slukner
S vi fremdeles kan
nde
Vi nsket ei d
Vi nsket ei vekke
De eldstes harme
Bring fram den hellige Galte
Spill ei det beste
blod
Sterke snner fdes ei i overflod
"Kloke volve nr skal jeg f se, Grderike enger
"Nr skal jeg igjen f fle, Fryas myke
hender"
