Armod - Mistur

Gudane sine isande vindar

Pustar i glørne

Svart jarn skal smiast

Det stundar mot strid

Gudane sitt renkespel

Legg kvar ein mann sitt sinn i mørkre

Sviket ligg tett oppunder huda

Når kampen er mot armod og svolt

Marka, gold, kald og hard

Gjer menn til beist når dei no spring i hast

Mot næraste grannegard vergelaus den ligg

For nauda har tvunge grannen ut i viking

So her kan sviket herja

Skrik og otte

Angest og daud

Er det som har kome til garden

Ei plyndring

Av korn, buskap og uskuld

Og ei ætteline endar

I ein lòge av eld

Endeleg eit langskip bryt stille hav

På sin heimveg, no skal det feirast

Eit tokt er kruna med siger og hell

Ein krigar tenkjer

I kveld vert det lått på garden

Svart i augo lik ein hund frå Helheim

Kjem ein granne med bod om hemn

Denne natta held dauden ei veitsle

For dei arme svikarar

Og når dei alle har andast

Ein siste gong

Står grannen bøygd med vissa

Om at sjela si armod aldri vert sløkt

The gods' icy winds

Breathing in the embers

Black iron must be forged

It is time for battle

The gods' trick

Leave a man's mind in the dark

The betrayal lies close under the skin

When the fight is against poverty and hunger

Marka, gold, cold and hard

Turn men into beasts when they now run in haste

Against the nearest neighboring farm vergelaus it lies

For nauda has forced the neighbor out into viking

So here the betrayal can ravage

Scream and eight

Anxiety and death

Is what has come to the garden

No looting

Of grain, livestock and innocence

And no lineage ends

In a lodge of fire

Finally a longship breaks the calm sea

On his way home, now it will be celebrated

One cruise is the crown with say and good luck

A warrior thinks

Tonight it was loud on the farm

Black in the eye like a dog from Helheim

Come a neighbor with a shed for revenge

This night the dead held a party

For the poor traitors

And when they have all breathed

One last gong

The neighbor is bent over with some

About that soul say poverty is never extinguished