Stýrisvølurin - Týr

Teir hildu um stýrisvøl tá ódnin legði á

«Legg upp í lotið,» rópti ein og samdir teir

Hála á stýrisvøl, men alt til fánýtis

Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd

Og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd

Og skriður tín knørrur fram tað sama hvat tú vilt

Teir bardust um stýrisvøl men einki róður til

Og enn vit halda stýrisvøl eins og vit

Halda vit eru fræls, trælborin óspurd so

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll

Í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

Tiltuskað av landnyrðings ódn, og vindurin

Leikar í Miðgarði mól

Til Ásgarðs har Askurin stóð, sum træðrirnir

Lívsins í lotinum har blaktraðu tá

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll

Í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

Og fløtur, vitandi hvat mál vit megna livandi

Og feigdin dregur liðandi, vit vála henni

Tigandi á ting

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll

Í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

Væl vitandi langnunnar leið, men gott er

Tað treystið at val er í vón

Óteljandi leiðirnar tær, men ilt er tað

Treystið at valið er gjørt, leiðin bert ein

Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd

Og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd

They were holding the steering wheel when the storm hit

«Put up the lot,» shouted one of them together

Slip on steering wheel, but all to no avail

The path is low, in the grot is high

And we are satisfied when the story is told

And crawl your knees forward no matter what you want

They fought for the steering wheel but no oars

And we still keep a steering wheel like a wit

We think we are fools, slaves unquestioned so

We all know a lot about graveyards

In the wilderness, around the distant blue mountains

Tiltuskat av landnyrðings ódn, and the wind

Plays in Miðgarðir mole

To Ásgard, Askurin stood, like the trees

Life in the lot has a fluttering toe

We all know a lot about graveyards

In the wilderness, around the distant blue mountains

And quick, knowing what matters we can live

And the cowardice pulls the joint, sense fills it

Tigandi on ting

We all know a lot about graveyards

In the wilderness, around the distant blue mountains

Alas, knowing the long way, but it's good

Trust that a choice is waiting

Countless ways clear, but it is evil

Trust that the choice is made, the way is clear

The path is low, in the grot is high

And we are satisfied when the story is told