I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjod - Darkthrone

Ien gammel ask — hang en Naskald gubbe,

Under en Svart himmel — hvorfra Regnet fosset ned.

Ingen for dithen — for a hugge liket ned,

for ingen kunne vite — hrorhen hengingen fant sted

Ensom mann han var — Da han dro til Valfars plass,

han ankom ifrt Brynje — til et storslatt Grimt Palass.

Tusen ar var gatt — siden forrige mann kom dit.

de grat av Dyster glede — da en snn kom endelig.

Nor for det Trolske gapet — var en takeheim dypt ned.

Rekker av Nors snner — vandret dithen nor og ned.

Ingen manglet Grav — og ingen manglet snner,

for de for av elle og sott — dit til Kuldeheimens senger.

Kun fa av vaktens barn — kom til Farens rike rad,

for listig svik blant dem — frte flestemann dypt ned.

Dog kan man hre sangen — hver en Hedensk gammel hytid

for ja enna festes det — blant De Trofste Ods Snner.

One old box - hung a Naskald old man,

Under a Black Sky - from which the Rain cascaded down.

Nobody for that matter - to chop down the body,

for no one could know - hrorhen the hanging took place

Lonely man he was - When he went to Valfar's place,

he arrived from Brynje - to a magnificent Grimt Palace.

A thousand years had passed - since the previous man came there.

they grat of gloomy joy - when a son finally came.

Nor for the Trolske gap - was a takeheim deep down.

Rows of Nor's sons - walked there north and down.

No one was missing a grave - and no one was missing sons,

for those fed by elle and sott - there to Kuldeheimen's beds.

Only a few of the guard's children - come to the Father's rich row,

for cunning betrayal among them - brought most people deep down.

However, one can hear the song - each a Pagan ancient hytid

for yes yet it is fastened - among the Sons of the Faithful Odds.