Şarkı sözleri : Týr. Eric, The Red. Regin Smidur.
:
Vilji? t?r nu ly?a a
me?an eg man kvo?a
Um teir riku kongarnar
sum eg vil nu um ro?a
Grani bar gulli? av hei?i
Bra hann sinum brandi av rei?i
Sjur?ur va a orminum
Grani bar gulli? av hei?i
Hundings synir i randargny
teir ska?an gordu har
Eitur var i svorinum
teir boru moti m?r
Favnir eitur ormurin
a Glitrarhei?i liggur
Regin er ein go?ur smi?ur
faum er hann dyggur
Hann var s?r a leikvollum
imillum manna herjar
Rivur upp eikikelvi stor
hann lemjir summar til heljar
Eystantil undri heyginum
i? dreingir eyka tal
Dimmur er hesin dapri dagur
ni?ur i mold at fara
Har komm ma?ur a vollin fram
eingin i? hann kendi
Si?an hatt a hovdi bar
og finskan boga i hendi
Har komm ma?ur a vollin fram
hann va vi? eggjateini
Eyga hev?i hann eitt i heysi
knept var brok at beini
Ormurin er skri?in av gullinum
ta? man fr?ttast vi?a
Sjur?ur setist a Granar bak
hann byr seg til at ri?a
Grani bar gulli? av hei?i
Bra hann sinum brandi av rei?i
Sjur?ur va a orminum
Grani bar gulli? av hei?i
[Translation:]
Regin Blacksmith
Will you now listen
whilst I will sing.
About the rich kings
that I will now speak of
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
Hundings sons at war
they did damage there
Poison was in the sword
they carried against me
Fafnir is the name of the dragon
that lies on the Glittering Heath
Regin is a good blacksmith
to few is he faithfull
He was on fields of play
rages amongst men
Tears up large oak trunks
he maims some to Hel
On the easten side under the mound
where heroes grow in numbers
Dark is this sad day
down in the mould to go
A man stepped forward upon the field
Noone knew him
He had a wide hat on his head
and a Finnish bow in his hand
A man stepped forward upon the field
raging with his sword
He had one eye
and his trouser legs were buttoned
The dragon has slithered of the gold
it is rumoured widely
Sigfried seats himself on Greyfells back
he prepares himself to ride
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
Vilji? t?r nu ly?a a
me?an eg man kvo?a
Um teir riku kongarnar
sum eg vil nu um ro?a
Grani bar gulli? av hei?i
Bra hann sinum brandi av rei?i
Sjur?ur va a orminum
Grani bar gulli? av hei?i
Hundings synir i randargny
teir ska?an gordu har
Eitur var i svorinum
teir boru moti m?r
Favnir eitur ormurin
a Glitrarhei?i liggur
Regin er ein go?ur smi?ur
faum er hann dyggur
Hann var s?r a leikvollum
imillum manna herjar
Rivur upp eikikelvi stor
hann lemjir summar til heljar
Eystantil undri heyginum
i? dreingir eyka tal
Dimmur er hesin dapri dagur
ni?ur i mold at fara
Har komm ma?ur a vollin fram
eingin i? hann kendi
Si?an hatt a hovdi bar
og finskan boga i hendi
Har komm ma?ur a vollin fram
hann va vi? eggjateini
Eyga hev?i hann eitt i heysi
knept var brok at beini
Ormurin er skri?in av gullinum
ta? man fr?ttast vi?a
Sjur?ur setist a Granar bak
hann byr seg til at ri?a
Grani bar gulli? av hei?i
Bra hann sinum brandi av rei?i
Sjur?ur va a orminum
Grani bar gulli? av hei?i
[Translation:]
Regin Blacksmith
Will you now listen
whilst I will sing.
About the rich kings
that I will now speak of
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
Hundings sons at war
they did damage there
Poison was in the sword
they carried against me
Fafnir is the name of the dragon
that lies on the Glittering Heath
Regin is a good blacksmith
to few is he faithfull
He was on fields of play
rages amongst men
Tears up large oak trunks
he maims some to Hel
On the easten side under the mound
where heroes grow in numbers
Dark is this sad day
down in the mould to go
A man stepped forward upon the field
Noone knew him
He had a wide hat on his head
and a Finnish bow in his hand
A man stepped forward upon the field
raging with his sword
He had one eye
and his trouser legs were buttoned
The dragon has slithered of the gold
it is rumoured widely
Sigfried seats himself on Greyfells back
he prepares himself to ride
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
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