Slaget - Mistur

Natti låg ljos øve Fjell og Fjord

I måneskin, ei bukt praktfull og stor

I åsen sat to grannar ved eit bål

Og tala i kveldingi med døyvde mål

Dei minnast dan tunge kveld

Då gardane vart lagt øyde med spjut og eld

Dei vart so døypte til Kvite-Krist

Ei hending dei endå ottast so trist

Ikkje skulle noko med deira ætt skje att

Og grannane var klare der dei sat

Mørket senka seg på dan vie himmel

Og bålet deira slokna so henn

Ei rørsle på Fjorden grannane skimta

Det vart stille mellom dei mektige fjell

Ei redsle spreidde seg då fleire fekk vita

Noko var på ferde, kven var på veg

Det lei mot natt og eit følgje sigla inn

Eit koldt gys øve fjorden sitt sinn

Ingen fleire skulle brenna deira gard

So sverdi vart kveste og skulle trast gje svar

I hedensk tru dei skunda seg fram

I dei djupaste skogar og kvitkledde mark

Med hammaren om bringa og sverd i hand

Vart følgje slakta før dei kom seg i land

Det vart raudt på fjorden dinna hiskne kveld

Og skipi dei stod i ein lågande eld

Odin synte seg bak kvitkledde fjell

Og iakttok synet av siger og hell

At night the light practiced Fjell and Fjord

In the moonlight, a bay magnificent and large

In the hill sat two neighbors by a fire

And speak in the evening with deafened goals

Day then remember heavy evening

When the farms were laid waste with spears and fire

They were so baptized into White Christ

Ei event dei endå ottast so trist

Nothing with their lineage would happen

And the neighbors were ready where they sat

Darkness descended on the sky

And their fire was extinguished so her

A stir on the Fjord neighbors glimpsed

It was quiet between the mighty mountains

A fear spread when more people got white

Something was going on, who was going

It was getting late at night and a follow-up sailed in

A cold shiver practiced the fjord's mind

No one else would burn their farm

So the sword was wounded and should be thrust to answer

In pagan faith, they rushed forward

In the deepest forests and white-clad fields

With the hammer about the chest and sword in hand

We followed the slaughter before they came ashore

It was red in the fjord on his eerie evening

And their ship was on fire

Odin appeared behind white-clad mountains

And observed the sight of saying and good luck