Belus Død
Seidmannen klatrer opp i tre
finner der jords gamle smerte
kutter den ned i høstens fred,
med saks skjærer ut dets hjerte
Eikens løv mot bakken faller
seidmannen åndene kaller!
Eikens løv mot jorden faller
seidmannen tryllevers traller!
Løken legges i lintøy ned
hellige eiketreånden
Seidmannen sikrer verdens fred
fruktbarhet, solmakt i hånden!
Eikens løv mot bakken faller
seidmannen åndene kaller!
Eikens løv mot jorden faller
seidmannen tryllevers traller!
Der er solens brennende kraft
der er jordens fruktbare hav
i seidmannens mektige skaft
i drottens beåndede stav
Death of Belus
The seer climbs up the tree
finds the earth's old pain there
cuts it down in autumn's peace,
with scissors, carves out its heart
Oak leaves fall to the ground
The seer calls the spirits!
Oak leaves drop to the earth
The seer chants his magic verses!
The onion is laid in linen
sacred oak tree spirit
The seer secures the world's peace
fertility, sun power in hand!
Oak leaves fall to the ground
The seer calls the spirits!
Oak leaves drop to the earth
The seer chants his magic verses!
There is the sun's burning power
there is the earth's fertile sea
in the seer's mighty staff
in the lord's enchanted rod.
Escrita por: Varg Vikernes