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Og hvør ið enn klettum ræður ei á vindi vá<br />Teir hildu um stýrisvøl tá ódnin legði á<br />"Legg upp í lotið," rópti ein og samdir teir<br />hála á stýrisvøl, men alt til fánýtis<br /><br />Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd,<br />og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd<br /><br />Og skriður tín knørrur fram tað sama hvat tú vil<br />Teir bardust um stýrisvøl men einki róður til<br />Og enn vit halda stýrisvøl eins og vit<br />halda vit eru fræls, trælborin óspurd so<br /><br />Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll<br />í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll<br /><br />Tiltuskað av landnyrðings ódn, og vindurin<br />leikar í Miðgarði mól<br />Til Ásgarðs har Askurin stóð, sum træðrirnir<br />lívsins í lotinum har blaktraðu tá<br /><br />Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll<br />í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll<br /><br />og fløtur, vitandi hvat mál vit megna livandi<br />Og feigdin dregur liðandi, vit vála henni<br />Tigandi á ting<br /><br />Solo: Heri Joensen<br />Solo: Terji Skibenæs<br /><br />Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll<br />í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll<br /><br />Væl vitandi langnunnar leið, men gott er<br />tað treystið at val er í vón<br />Óteljandi leiðirnar tær, men ilt er tað<br />treystið at valið er gjørt, leiðin bert ein<br /><br />Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd<br />og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd<br /><br />Translation:<br /><br />And whoever reigns these cliffs, did not defeat the wind<br />They held the tiller when the storm broke loose<br />?Steer into the wind,? shouted one and united they<br />pulled the tiller, but all in vain<br /><br />The course has been set, carved in stone<br />And are we satisfied when the tale is told<br /><br />And does your ship advance regardless of what you want<br />They fought over the rudderless tiller<br />And still we hold the tiller as we<br />Think we are free, thrallborn unconsulted so<br /><br />We all drift on the graveyard field<br />In desolate halls, about distant mountains<br /><br />Drenched and weary by the northwestern<br />storm, and the winds rages in Midgard<br />To Asgard where the Ash stood, like the<br />threads of life then flapped in the breeze<br /><br />We all drift on the graveyard field<br />In desolate halls, about distant mountains<br /><br />And plains, knowing what goal we are capable of living<br />And destiny draws slowly, we drift to meet it<br /><br />We all drift on the graveyard field<br />In desolate halls, about distant mountains<br /><br />Well aware of the course of destiny but it is<br />comforting that choice is before us<br />Countless your possible courses, but<br />discomforting that the choice has been made,<br />only one course<br /><br />The course has been set, carved in stone<br />And are we satisfied when the tale is told
New song lyrics
Og hvør ið enn klettum ræður ei á vindi vá<br />Teir hildu um stýrisvøl tá ódnin legði á<br />"Legg upp í lotið," rópti ein og samdir teir<br />hála á stýrisvøl, men alt til fánýtis<br /><br />Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd,<br />og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd<br /><br />Og skriður tín knørrur fram tað sama hvat tú vil<br />Teir bardust um stýrisvøl men einki róður til<br />Og enn vit halda stýrisvøl eins og vit<br />halda vit eru fræls, trælborin óspurd so<br /><br />Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll<br />í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll<br /><br />Tiltuskað av landnyrðings ódn, og vindurin<br />leikar í Miðgarði mól<br />Til Ásgarðs har Askurin stóð, sum træðrirnir<br />lívsins í lotinum har blaktraðu tá<br /><br />Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll<br />í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll<br /><br />og fløtur, vitandi hvat mál vit megna livandi<br />Og feigdin dregur liðandi, vit vála henni<br />Tigandi á ting<br /><br />Solo: Heri Joensen<br />Solo: Terji Skibenæs<br /><br />Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll<br />í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll<br /><br />Væl vitandi langnunnar leið, men gott er<br />tað treystið at val er í vón<br />Óteljandi leiðirnar tær, men ilt er tað<br />treystið at valið er gjørt, leiðin bert ein<br /><br />Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd<br />og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd<br /><br />Translation:<br /><br />And whoever reigns these cliffs, did not defeat the wind<br />They held the tiller when the storm broke loose<br />?Steer into the wind,? shouted one and united they<br />pulled the tiller, but all in vain<br /><br />The course has been set, carved in stone<br />And are we satisfied when the tale is told<br /><br />And does your ship advance regardless of what you want<br />They fought over the rudderless tiller<br />And still we hold the tiller as we<br />Think we are free, thrallborn unconsulted so<br /><br />We all drift on the graveyard field<br />In desolate halls, about distant mountains<br /><br />Drenched and weary by the northwestern<br />storm, and the winds rages in Midgard<br />To Asgard where the Ash stood, like the<br />threads of life then flapped in the breeze<br /><br />We all drift on the graveyard field<br />In desolate halls, about distant mountains<br /><br />And plains, knowing what goal we are capable of living<br />And destiny draws slowly, we drift to meet it<br /><br />We all drift on the graveyard field<br />In desolate halls, about distant mountains<br /><br />Well aware of the course of destiny but it is<br />comforting that choice is before us<br />Countless your possible courses, but<br />discomforting that the choice has been made,<br />only one course<br /><br />The course has been set, carved in stone<br />And are we satisfied when the tale is told
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