Og hvr i enn klettum rur ei vindi v
Teir hildu um strisvl t dnin legi
"Legg upp loti," rpti ein og samdir teir
hla
strisvl, men alt til fntis
Leiin er lgd, grti er hgd,
og eru vit ngd t sgnin er sgd
Og skriur tn knrrur fram ta sama
hvat t vil
Teir bardust um strisvl men einki rur til
Og enn vit halda strisvl eins og vit
halda vit eru frls, trlborin spurd
so
Fjakka vit ll um kirkjugarsvll
oyini hll, um fjarblu fjll
Tiltuska av landnyrings dn, og vindurin
leikar Migari
ml
Til sgars har Askurin st, sum trrirnir
lvsins lotinum har blaktrau t
Fjakka vit ll um kirkjugarsvll
oyini hll, um
fjarblu fjll
og fltur, vitandi hvat ml vit megna livandi
Og feigdin dregur liandi, vit vla henni
Tigandi ting
Fjakka
vit ll um kirkjugarsvll
oyini hll, um fjarblu fjll
Vl vitandi langnunnar lei, men gott er
ta treysti at val er
vn
teljandi leiirnar tr, men ilt er ta
treysti at vali er gjrt, leiin bert ein
Leiin er lgd, grti er hgd
og eru vit ngd t
sgnin er sgd
[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
