Dimmu Borgir — Vredesbyrd song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vredesbyrd" by Dimmu Borgir.

Lyrics

Reis deg opp
La oss bestride
Den tanke fra vѓҐr lend
Og dyrk
PѓҐ en forbannet jord
En smertens ѓ¦tt
For sѓҐ og tynge
De barmhjertiges skjѓd
Som har tiltro til
Den sjellѓses brѓd
For den tro du besitter
Er intet annet enn avsmak og hovmod
Og din nѓden etter viten
Er en overflod av hѓҐn og skjend
Smerten i mitt hjerte er ikke tѓrste
Etter himmelsk legeme
Ei er det sviktende sѓken etter englemakt
Det er ilden og den brenner
Det er bare det at du Skjemmer for den
Ta del i skyldens skygge
Behag din sjel med syndens under
For hvor er vel du
NѓҐr lampen slukkes
Men dѓden kommer ei Med vѓҐrt bud
Gjenklang fra den prektiges arv
Vil innfri det endelige forderv
Bring dom over andre enn ditt eget hode
Der du gjemmer din skam i lovsang
SѓҐ skal du fѓҐ smake frukten
Av din egen bortgang
Som en flokk av helveds opphav
Og forvaltere av foraktens sѓnn
Parerer vi deres list med avskyens prakt
Med beviset pѓҐ vѓҐr tunge byrde
Ligger deres sinn i ѓҐndenѓd
Skamfert tilbake uten makt

Lyrics translation

Get up
Let's dispute
The thought from our loins
And cultivate
On a cursed earth
A pain's ѓ / tt
For sѓҐ and weigh
The beard of the merciful
Who has confidence in
The Brotherhood of Souls
For the faith you possess
Is nothing but distaste and haughtiness
And your desire for knowledge
Is an abundance of honors and desecration
The pain in my heart is not the first
After heavenly body
Ei is the failing search for Angel power
It is the fire and it burns
It's just that you spoil for it
Take part in the shadow of guilt
Delight your soul with the wonder of sin
For how well are you
When the lamp goes off
But death comes with our commandments
Resonated from the legacy of the great
Will fulfill the final depravity
Bring judgment upon anyone but your own head
Where you hide your shame in praise
So you should get to taste the fruit
Of your own passing
As a flock of shingles rise
And stewards of contempt's son
Do we parry their cunning with the splendor of abomination
With the proof of our heavy burden
Lies their mind I ѓҐndenѓd
Mauled back without power