芬兰 氛围民谣异教黑金属/维京异教黑金属 Marrasmieli – Th...

歌词：

Four thousand men,

the mightiest warriors of Óðinn

Ready to brave the fiercest of foes:

illiterate farmers herding their cows

Silent they sail through the swanlike mountains.

Foul in their fury, the feeders of wolves.

Eager to slay vikings again

Brithnoth hastily rallies his men

Marching onward while the world still slumbers,

replacing with valor what they lack in numbers

Alone on the coast the oaks of England

await, unwavering, ere the waves of steel.

Hi þær Pantan stream / mid prasse bestodon

Eastseaxena ord / and se æschere.

Ne mihte hyra ænig / oþrum derian

buton hwa þurh flanes flyht / fyl gename.

Wodon þa wælwulfas / for wætere ne murnon,

wicinga werod / west ofer Pantan,

Biter wæs se beaduræs. / Beornas feollon

on gehwæðere hand, / hyssas lagon.

Fearful from scieldweall flee

Howling, the hail of wounds

Smashing the ships of their souls

Bearing a blizzard of blood

Hēr lið ūre ealdor / eall forheawen

gōd on greote. / A mæg gnornian

se ðe nu fram þisum wigplegan / wendan þenceð.

Ic eom frod feores; / fram ic ne wille,

ac ic me be healfe / minum hlaforde,

be swa leofan men / licgan þence