Darkthrone — Graven Takeheimens Saler (Studio) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Graven Takeheimens Saler (Studio)" by Darkthrone.
Lyrics
Naberg reiste seg, n'r ved Mannahemens garden.
ѓkstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke — dog var er byllepestens plager.
Ingen gjestet frender, ingen gjestet prest,
ingen drog til byen, uten lanse og til hest.
I Opphavs tider sang de sanger, for seg selv og sine fedre.
I dag synges kun de sanger, som skal gjѓre morgendagen bedre.
Sanger for den neste, ingen sanger for den Beste.
Svik og lѓgn har fatt sin plass, i midgard jotneses palass.
En mann vandret rolig, sikker, stolt der mellom hus.
Han ferdedes blant folk, han trakket tyredd der blant mus.
Flere hundre menn, han gjestet hver kald natt.
Han var enѓyd, hѓy og tynn, og pa sitt hode bar han hatt
Ensom mann han vandret, over bivsrot en kald morgen.
Han ristet pa sitt hode, over menneskenes tap.
For de sikret seg en plass, i en ufѓdt tragisk himmel,
for de vandret nor og ned, for de ratnet i Hels fred
Lyrics translation
Naberg stood up, n'r ved Mannahemens garden.
ѓkstid, sword time, strife were not there — however were are bubonic plague plagues.
No guest kinsmen, no guest priest,
no one went to the city, without a lance and on horseback.
In Times Of Origin, they sang songs, for themselves and their fathers.
Today Only those songs are sung, which should make tomorrow better.
Songs for the next, no songs for the best.
Guile and lie have hold their place, in midgard jotneses Palace.
A man walked calmly, confidently, proudly there between houses.
He ferded among people, he dragged bullfight there among mice.
Several hundred men, he visited every cold night.
He was aѓyd, high and thin, and on his head bar he had
Lonely man he wandered, over the root of bee a cold morning.
He shook his head on, over human losses.
For they secured a place, in an unfolding tragic Sky,
for they walked nor down, for they ratnet in hell's peace