Luyện nghe bài hát Mørk, Evig Vinter

[Music and Vanargandr]

I opphavs tider var ingenting, ikke sand, ikke sj eller svale
jord og opphimmel fantes der ikke, bare og gras ingen steder
Fra et urvesen av jotunslekt ble skapt
Frostjotner rr kulde, mrke og den svarte makt
Lange dager og tunge r skal der engang komme, for menneskenes tid i Midgard er
De skal til det dunkle svarte, i flammene og kaoset de ikke vil makte
Frostjotner vil fryde seg i galskapens ekstase, de vil bli verdens nye rase
De vokte verdens bnder, plyndre, drepe og fardmme

I nord slottet, til over tusner jotner
De skuer ut mot landet, der alt skal st i

Tidenes
Mrk, evig
i Slid
mennesker der

For jotnenes har begynt, mot det menneskene har forkynt
Her skal den mrke seire, for her skal Frostjotnene feire
Mrk, evig

Det klinger i sverd, og store hammere
og hyl synger som i Nivlheim
Blodet fra jotner og flyter gjennom landet, og ryken fra brent skog stiger
i en eim
Frostjotner sloss som gale ulver, mens lper som redde sauer
makt har satt sitt spor p en engang grnn, flott jord
Ingen liv spares etter denne krig for her skal alle d p verste vis
Kvinner og menn, alle lide, til Nivlheim gjennom Slid de pines
I opphavs tider var ingenting, sand, ikke sj eller svale blger
Men n det mrke, kulde og evig vinter, for Frostjotnene har verden underlagt

I nord ligger slottet, til over jotner
De skuer ut mot deland, der alt str i

For jotnenes kamp er vunnet, har forsvunnet
Her har den mrke seiret og Frostjotnene har feiret
Mrk, vinter
vers tatt fra Volusp]

[English

[Dark, winter]

In the of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves
and heaven did not exist, just Ginnunga-gap, and grass nowhere
From a creature of Giant- race, the cold world was made
Frost giants the cold, the dark and black power
days and cruel years will someday arrive, for man's time in Midgard is at an end
The shall wander into the gloomy darkness. the flames and chaos they can not endure
Frost giants will rejoice at the ecstasy of madness. They become the worlds new,
powerful race
They guard the peasents of the world pillage, kill and condemn

To the lies the castle
of over a giants
look towards the land
Where everything be lit afire

War of
Dark, winter
in Slid
people there

For the giants battle has begun, what man has proclaimed
Here, the dark fate will triumphant, for here the giants will celebrate
Dark, eternal

Swords, axes and large hammers sound. Screams and howls sing like in Nivlheim
The blood of & men will flow through the land, and the smoke of burnt forests'
in a black vapour
Frost giants like mad wolves while men flee like frightened sheep
The power has left its mark. On a once green and beautiful land
No lives are spared after last war, for here all will die in the worst possible way
Women and men, all shall suffer, to through Slid they're tortured
In the of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves
But now there is darkness, cold and eternal winter, for the Frost have
the world

To the lies the castle, of over a thousand giants
They look towards the wastelands, where is lit afire

For the giants' battle has been won, man has
Here the dark fate has triumphed, and the Frost giants celebrated
Dark, eternal
[first verse taken from