Eit Auga Til Mimir (an Eye For Mimir) - Enslaved

Horna gjallar, vinden bles

Trommer dundrar, vinded bles

Med spjut og boge meter til strid

Me går i bresjen brødre gjennom blod.

Med von om ëre i galskapens namn

Me vert aldri slegn sjøl om me fell

Me reiser ei til Folkvang til,

vanedronnings famn, våre fedre skal

me møta om me fell i dag.

Me flytar ei frå var lagnad sjølv

om vinden ikkje bles vår vei.

Til valfaders hall brødre.

Med heva spjut i Odins namn.

Me skal heva krus i Odins namn

Nidingar skal falla for våre føtter.

Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar.

Ingen hugsat ein trëll uten herre

Slegne vert dei når dei fell.

Me hevar våpen for vår tru

Me slaktar marken for vår tru

Ingen nåde me viser

for dei som snudde ryggen til.

Døy skal dei som freista

å mura brunnen inn.

ei som for med løgn og svik

Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot

Me skal sigra, brødre gjennom blod.

Horns are resounding, the winds are howling

Drums are pounding, the winds are howling

With spear and bow we go into battle

We are making a stand, brothers in blood

With hope for honour in the name of madness

We will never be defeated, even if we fall

We are not going to Folkvang,

Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,

We shall our fathers if we fall today

We will not flee from our destiny,

even though the winds aren’t blowing our way

Brothers, to Valfaders hall

With spear raised in the name of Oden

We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden

Cowards shall fall at our feet

They do not have to pray for sun filled days

No one remembers a slave without a master

Defeated they are when they fall

We raise weapons for our faith

We slaughter the fields for our faith

We have no mercy for those

Who turned their backs

Those who attemmp to close the well

Shall die

Those who lied and betrayed shall die

Give us strenght, give us courage

We will prevail

Brothers in blood

The horns are howling, the wind is blowing

Drums thunder, wind bles

With spear and bow meters to battle

We brethren go through the blood.

With the hope of glory in the name of madness

We will never be beaten even if we fall

We do not travel to Folkvang to,

habit queen embrace, our fathers shall

we meet if we fall today.

We do not flow from where we made ourselves

if the wind does not blow our way.

To the father's hall brothers.

With a raised spear in Odin's name.

We will raise a mug in Odin's name

Nidingar will fall at our feet.

Day does not have to ask for sunny days.

No one thinks of a troll without a master

Slegne host them when they fall.

We raise weapons for our faith

We slaughter the ground for our faith

No mercy shows me

for those who turned their backs.

Those who are tempted will die

to wall the well in.

one who feeds with lies and deceit

Give us strength, give us courage

We will win, brothers through blood.

Horns are resounding, the winds are howling

Drums are pounding, the winds are howling

With spear and bow we go into battle

We are making a stand, brothers in blood

With hope for honor in the name of madness

We will never be defeated, even if we fall

We are not going to Folkvang,

Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,

We shall our fathers if we fall today

We will not flee from our destiny,

even though the winds aren’t blowing our way

Brothers, to Valfaders hall

With spear raised in the name of Oden

We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden

Cowards shall fall at our feet

They do not have to pray for sun filled days

No one remembers a slave without a master

Defeated they are when they fall

We raise weapons for our faith

We slaughter the fields for our faith

We have no mercy for those

Who turned their backs

Those who attemmp to close the well

Shall die

Those who lied and betrayed shall die

Give us strenght, give us courage

We will prevail

Brothers in blood