Trevor Morris, Einar Selvik - Völuspa (Vikings suite) | Текст песни

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• Trevor Morris, Einar Selvik
• Völuspa (Vikings suite)

Icelandic:
Hljóðs bið ek allar helgar kindir,
meiri ok minni mögu Heimdallar;
viltu, at ek, Valföðr! vel framtelja
forn spjöll fíra, þau er fremst um man.
Sól tér sortna, sígr fold í mar,
hverfa af himni heiðar stjörnur;
geisar eimi ok aldrnari,
leikr hár hiti við himin sjalfan.

Bræðr munu berjask ok at bönum verðask,
munu systrungar sifjum spilla;

Skelfr Yggdrasils askr standandi,
ymr it aldna tré, en jötunn losnar;

English:
Hearing I ask | from the holy races,
From Heimdall's sons, | both high and low;
Thou wilt, Valfather, | that well I relate
Old tales I remember | of men long ago.)
The sun turns black, | earth sinks in the sea,
The hot stars down | from heaven are whirled;
Fierce grows the steam | and the life-feeding flame,
Till fire leaps high | about heaven itself.)

Brothers shall fight | and fell each other,
And sisters' sons | shall kinship stain;

Yggdrasil shakes, | and shiver on high
The ancient limbs, | and the giant is loose;