Blóð-Þorsteinn Eystri - Árstíðir Lífsins

Blóð-Þorsteinn eystri, sonr Helga, nafn sem mælt er með reiði þessa daga

Víðlinda gelti skolaði á land í héraði oss, þar sem mikla grimma hafið faðmar

áss hauðr ok gefr oss líf með dauða dýrsins

Úti á jǫtna vegi lá hann dauðr svo tókum kjǫt hans ok gáfum rest aftr til brims

vegar

En er það spurðist út gripu menn að austan gæsina, drápu þrælana á heimleið ok

stálu kjǫtinu

Réttlæti hefr aldrei verið í hávegum haft í hǫlða grund oss ísheims ok elris

garms

Hliðskjálfar grams bǫl var ávallt nærri þegar gróða var að fá

Hǫgna élviðr sem bjuggu bakvið ríki risa í austri, suðri ok norðri héldu ávallt

hlustamunni ok brátungli lokuðu er slíkar fréttir bárust í þeirra glamma ferða

trǫð friðar ok heilsu

En munum berjast

Ekkert svar er gefið utan Hugins drekka fyrir dolgbrands dǫkk!

Engin þǫgn mun finnast fyrr en fǫlsk galdra fles ok orða ǫ́r eru skorin af

hatri sárteins míns

Heimdalar hǫfuð heitir svrð!

Eitr mun falla ok reipi festa skógar skæðasǫgn á ný

Blóðs valr, kvánar kyn ok hreggskornir þurfa að læra að Njǫrðr r þeim æðri

Hinir hræðilegu Ǫlvaldi, Iði ok Gangr ganga niðr úr heimilum sínum,

hvíslandi rúnir til Gungnis vǫ́fuðr ok fæða bara af sér hernað ok geðveiki

Faðir reyndi alltaf að finna leiðir til að sára sigðr héldust í slíðrum sínum

En hann dó, Jǫtnar ok Ægis dætr tóku hann svo Njarðar niðjar breyttu ǫrlǫgum

sínum undir minni hendi

Svo færðum ró ok aldrlok yfir líf þjófanna

Megi Níðhǫggr neyta þeirra sárgeimi ok vættir þeirra eyðast í kǫldum

andardrætti Nára nipt!

Dísir þínar hurfu í þǫgn

Þér, Þorsteinn Helgason, var gefið svar

Stundum þarf að ná réttlæti með hnefa landi, þó vitrir menn þykist vita að gott

líf án óréttlætis sé hverjum frjálsum manni gefið

Blóð-Þorsteinn eystri, son of Helga, a name spoken with anger these days

Vast bark washed ashore in our region, where the great fierce sea embraces

ass skin and gives us life through the death of the animal

Out on the road he lay dead so we took his meat and gave the rest back to the surf

road

But when it got out, men from the east caught the goose, killed the slaves on the way home and so on

stole the meat

Justice has never been held in high esteem in the world of ice world and elris

garms

Hlidskjálfar gram bǫl was always close when there was a profit to be made

Hǫgna élvíðr who lived behind the kingdom of giants in the east, south and north always kept

listen and close your eyes as news like this came during their glamorous travels

path of peace and health

But we will fight

No answer is given except Hugins drekka for dolgbrands dǫkk!

No silence will be found until false magic and words are cut off.

the hatred of my heart

Heimdalar head is called a sword!

Poison will fall and ropes will fasten the forests again

Blood choices, female breeds and male animals need to learn that Nǫrðr is superior to them.

The terrible Ǫlvaldi, Iði and Gangr descend from their homes,

whispering runes to Gungnis vǫ́fuðr and only give birth to warfare and insanity

Father always tried to find ways to keep sickles in their sheaths

But he died, Jǫtnar and Ægis dætr took him so Njarðar niðjar changed ǫrlǫg

his under my hand

Then we brought peace and the end of the age to the life of the thieves

May Níðhǫggr consume them in a space of sorrow and their strength perish in the cold

breath Groin nipt!

Your eyes disappeared into silence

You, Þorsteinn Helgason, were given an answer

Sometimes justice has to be achieved with the fist of land, although wise men pretend to know better

life without injustice is given to every free man