Thyrfing — Urkraft song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Urkraft" by Thyrfing.
Lyrics
En starkande kansla som haller anden vid liv
Som overlever nornornas alla nycker
En kraft som segrar over alla fiender
Den slumrar i dina blodsband, men finns dar kvar
Ett naturens vasen, sjalens barande stomme
En fornimmelse fran forr, i arv fran vara forfader
En ymnigt strommande styrka, lika gammal som tiden sjalv
En ododlig energi, som i naturen frodas
i varje levande fors och sjo, i varje maktig ek och reslig gran
Stilla den andas, lugnt och starkt
men ett vaket sinne ser och hor, hur den vacker sjalaminnen
I glomska den ligger, men ger givmilt nar du ar redo att ta emot
Redo att vacka din ande till liv
Dess kalla ar outsinlig, evig och oppen at alla som bar den inom sig
Lat den ej for evigt sova!
Kann dess aterkomst, likt nagot som saknats
En del av den du ar, ett kall fran ditt blod
Kann ditt arv, och hur nordens sjal flyter genom dina adror
Ett fatal ar vi som urkraften minnes
Evigt styrkta av en flamma som aldrig slocknar
Varlden ar holjd i morker
men nordstjarnan leder oss till slaget pa Vigrids slatt
Lyrics translation
A strong spirit keeping the spirit alive
Like all the whims of the Norwegians
A force that triumphs over all enemies
It slumbers in your blood, but is there still
A vase of nature, the bare body of the shawl
An ancient from before, inherited from our ancestor
A profusely stomping strength, as old as time itself
An uncultivated energy, which in nature thrives
in every living Rapids and sjo, in every Motley oak and tall spruce
Still it breathes, calm and strong
but a waking mind looks and hor, how the beautiful shawl memories
In glomska it lies, but gives generous when you are ready to receive
Ready to bring your spirit to life
Its cold is inexhaustible, eternal and open to all who carried it within themselves
Let it not sleep forever!
Can its return, like something missing
Part of the one you are, a cold from your blood
Know your heritage, and how the shawl of the north flows through your adras
A fatal We are as the primal memory
Forever strengthened by a flame that never goes out
The world is in morker
but the Northern Star leads us to the Battle of Vigrid's slatt