Burzum - Heiðr (Esteem/Honour) lyrics
[Burzum - Heiðr Esteem/Honour lyrics]
Valði henni Herföðr hringa ok men
Fekk spjöll spaklig ok spá ganda
Sá hon vítt ok of vítt of veröld hverja
Sá hon valkyrjur vítt of komnar
Görvar at ríða til Goðþjóðar
Skuld helt skildi en Skögul önnur
Gunnr, Hildr, Göndul ok Geirskögul
Nú eru talðar nönnur Herjans
Görvar at ríða grund valkyrjur
Ek sá Baldri blóðgum tívur
Óðins barni örlög folgin
Stóð of vaxinn völlum hæri
Mjór ok mjök fagr mistilteinn
Varð af þeim meiði er mær sýndisk
Harmflaug hættlig höðr nam skjóta
Baldrs bróðir var of borinn snemma
Sá nam Óðins sonr einnættr vega
Þó hann æva hendr né höfuð kembði
Áðr á bál of bar baldrs andskota
En Frigg of grét í Fensölum
Vá Valhallar vituð ér enn - eða hvat?
Óthinn opened my eyes to rings and necklaces
To the things men own, things the wise know
To prophecy i saw more and more
Looking out over all the worlds
I saw Valkyrjur saddled all around
Ready to ride to the homes of the gods
Skuld held a shield and Skǫgul another
Gunnr, Hildr, Gǫndul and Geirskǫgul
Now are counted the Valkyrjur
Ready to ride to the earth, the Valkyrjur
I saw Baldr the bloodied victim
Óthinn’s son resigned to his fate
There stood the mistletoe
Grown slender and fair high above the plain
That tree which seemed harmless
Caused a terrible sorrow
When Hǫthr took a shot baldr’s brother
Was born soon thereafer
Óthinn’s son he took vengeance
When one night old
He had never washed his hands
Nor combed his hair
When he put Baldr’s slayer
On the funeral pyre frigg wept
In Fensalir for the woe of Valhǫll
Have you learned enough yet, Allfather?
Fekk spjöll spaklig ok spá ganda
Sá hon vítt ok of vítt of veröld hverja
Sá hon valkyrjur vítt of komnar
Görvar at ríða til Goðþjóðar
Skuld helt skildi en Skögul önnur
Gunnr, Hildr, Göndul ok Geirskögul
Nú eru talðar nönnur Herjans
Görvar at ríða grund valkyrjur
Ek sá Baldri blóðgum tívur
Óðins barni örlög folgin
Stóð of vaxinn völlum hæri
Mjór ok mjök fagr mistilteinn
Varð af þeim meiði er mær sýndisk
Harmflaug hættlig höðr nam skjóta
Baldrs bróðir var of borinn snemma
Sá nam Óðins sonr einnættr vega
Þó hann æva hendr né höfuð kembði
Áðr á bál of bar baldrs andskota
En Frigg of grét í Fensölum
Vá Valhallar vituð ér enn - eða hvat?
Óthinn opened my eyes to rings and necklaces
To the things men own, things the wise know
To prophecy i saw more and more
Looking out over all the worlds
I saw Valkyrjur saddled all around
Ready to ride to the homes of the gods
Skuld held a shield and Skǫgul another
Gunnr, Hildr, Gǫndul and Geirskǫgul
Now are counted the Valkyrjur
Ready to ride to the earth, the Valkyrjur
I saw Baldr the bloodied victim
Óthinn’s son resigned to his fate
There stood the mistletoe
Grown slender and fair high above the plain
That tree which seemed harmless
Caused a terrible sorrow
When Hǫthr took a shot baldr’s brother
Was born soon thereafer
Óthinn’s son he took vengeance
When one night old
He had never washed his hands
Nor combed his hair
When he put Baldr’s slayer
On the funeral pyre frigg wept
In Fensalir for the woe of Valhǫll
Have you learned enough yet, Allfather?