Ótta
Þú valdir þennan veg
Þér fannst hann vinur þinn
Þú klappar mér á kinn
Hnífunum stingur inn
Við ótta ég nú sef
Ég ekkert lengur gef
Ég taldi þig minn frið
En varðst að illum sið
Fear
You chose this path
You thought it was your friend
You slap me on the cheek
The knife goes in
With fear, I now sleep
I give nothing anymore
I counted you as my peace
But you turned to wicked ways