Graven Takeheimens Saler

The Halls of Graven Takeheimen

Graven Takeheimens Saler

The mountain rose, when byNaberg reiste seg, når ved
The garden of ManheimMannahemens garden
Axe time, Sword time, no unrest was thereØkstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke
Yet the plagues of the bubonic plague wereDog var er byllepestens plager

No guests visited kinIngen gjestet frender
No guests visited priestsIngen gjestet prest
No one went to the cityIngen drog til byen
Without a lance and on horsebackUten lanse og til hest

In the times of Origin they sang songsI Opphavs tider sang de sanger
For themselves and their fathersFor seg selv og sine fedre
Today only the songs are sungI dag synges kun de sanger
That will make tomorrow betterSom skal gjøre morgendagen bedre

Songs for the nextSanger for den neste
No songs for the BestIngen sanger for den Beste
Betrayal and lies have found their placeSvik og løgn har fått sin plass
In the palace of the Jotun's midgardI midgard jotneses palass

A man walked calmly, confidentlyEn mann vandret rolig, sikker
Proudly between housesStolt der mellom hus
He moved among peopleHan ferdedes blant folk
He trod fearlessly among miceHan tråkket tyredd der blant mus

Several hundred menFlere hundre menn
He visited each cold nightHan gjestet hver kald natt
He was one-eyed, tall and thinHan var eníyd, høy og tynn
And on his head he wore a hatOg på sitt hode bar han hatt

The lonely man walkedEnsom mann han vandret
Over the cold morning dewOver bivsrot en kald morgen
He shook his headHan ristet på sitt hode
Over the loss of humanityOver menneskenes tap

For they secured a placeFor de sikret seg en plass
In an unborn tragic heavenI en ufødt tragisk himmel
For they walked north and downFor de vandret nor og ned
For they rotted in Hel's peaceFor de råtnet i Hels fred