En Döende Mans Förbannelse - Thyrfing

Med sargad kropp, men en sjal sa stark

Jag ligger pa frusen mark

Snon fargas sakta rod, ett sista tecken pa min dod

«Kloka korpar skall klosa dina ogon, nar i hoga galgen du hanger»

Du min baneman, ditt namn jag kanner

Dod mans forbannelse dig aldrig lamnar

Ett sista satt att hamnas

«Norves dotter, dig skall sluka

Nattens fasor du skall lida»

Frusen och doende jag ligger i snon

Jag forbannar din usla sjal

Nornor hor mig, lat min baneman fa lida

Underjordens alla smartor

With scarred body, but a shawl so strong

I'm lying on frozen ground

The snow is slowly turning red, a last sign of my death

"Wise ravens shall claw your eyes when in the high gallows you hang"

You my track man, your name I know

The curse of the dead man never leaves you

One last sat to end up

«Norve's daughter, you shall devour

The horrors of the night you will suffer »

Frozen and dying I am lying in the snow

I curse your lousy shawl

Norns hear me, let my baneman suffer

All the smart things in the underworld