Luyện nghe bài hát Mørk, Evig Vinter

[Music and Vanargandr]

I opphavs var ingenting, ikke sand, ikke sj eller svale blger;
jord og opphimmel fantes der ikke, bare Ginnunga-gap og gras ingen
Fra et urvesen av jotunslekt ble skapt
Frostjotner rr over kulde, mrke og den svarte
Lange og tunge r skal der engang komme, for menneskenes tid i Midgard er omme
De skal fare til det dunkle svarte, i flammene og de ikke vil makte
Frostjotner vil fryde seg i ekstase, de vil bli verdens nye mektigste rase
De skal vokte verdens bnder, plyndre, og fardmme

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

strid
Mrk, evig
Pines i
der lider

For jotnenes kamp har begynt, mot det menneskene har
Her skal den skjebne seire, for her skal Frostjotnene feire
Mrk, vinter

Det klinger i sverd, og store hammere
Skrik og hyl som i Nivlheim
Blodet fra jotner og menn flyter landet, og ryken fra brent skog stiger
i en eim
sloss som gale ulver, mens menn lper som redde sauer
Jotnenes har satt sitt spor p en engang grnn, flott jord
Ingen liv spares denne siste krig for her skal alle d p verste vis
Kvinner og menn, alle lide, til Nivlheim gjennom Slid de pines
I tider var ingenting, ikke 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 tusen
De ut mot deland, der alt str i brann

For jotnenes kamp er vunnet, menneskene har
Her har den mrke skjebne seiret og Frostjotnene har
Mrk, vinter
[frste vers tatt fra

translation:]

[Dark, eternal

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

To the North the castle
of over a thousand
They look towards the
Where everything be lit afire

War of
Dark, eternal
Tortured in
people suffer

For the giants battle has begun, against what man has
Here, the fate will triumphant, for here the Frost giants will celebrate
Dark, winter

Swords, and large hammers will sound. Screams and howls sing like in Nivlheim
The blood of giants & men will through the land, and the smoke of burnt forests'
in a black vapour
Frost giants fight like mad wolves while men flee like sheep
The giants' power has its mark. On a once green and beautiful land
No lives are after this 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 time of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool
But now there is darkness, cold and eternal winter, for the giants have
conquered the

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

For the battle has been won, man has disappeared
Here the fate has triumphed, and the Frost giants have celebrated
Dark, winter
[first taken from Volusp]