Ótta - Sólstafir

Þú valdir þennan veg

Þér fannst hann vinur þinn

Þú klappar mér á kinn

Hnífunum stingur inn

Við ótta ég nú sef

Ég ekkert lengur gef

Ég taldi þig minn frið

En varðst að illum sið

You chose this path

You thought he was your friend

You pat me on the cheek

The knives stick in

I'm afraid I'm sleeping now

I do not give anything anymore

I considered you my peace

But became an evil custom