Asmegin — Efterbyrden song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Efterbyrden" by Asmegin.
Lyrics
I Silhouetter fra Dørgløten skimtes
grave Mænd i Hin stolte Jarls Klæder,
og Værger vil drikke dybt af Norges
høibaarne Æt og De fortrolige nære
Jarlens Henseender ere klare;
Hin vordende Thronarving er begiæret død;
atter skiærer bistert Staal giennem Qvin
… og Noret dræbes i Morens Skiød
I Oblivion vil Nederdrægtighed spire
I Oblivion Efterbyrden skal vansire
De haver ingen Kunden om Gammel Barselssed
Saa lagnadstung denne Dag; akk, hin Barselssed
Noget Utyske vanhelsige
spiætter mellem Dauskrotter
og hviner efter Afaat hæslige,
der saa frigid i Kiøldens Bryst
blir eders Livskraft deprivert
thi at dulme sveltende Lyst
Utysket hinsides Taagen vældige svandt
vendt mod Nord, mod Aftensolens Rand
hen ifra en tilforn Kongsgaard vakant
Saa kom Pesten over Hint ganske Land
Langs Alfadervei og Grænder ligger Folk i Sygdom svøbt
Bag Tomhets Aasyn raader Pinsler i Nederdrægtighed døbt
I Oblivion vil Nederdrægtighed spire
I Oblivion Efterbyrden skal vansire
De haver ingen Kunden om Gammel Barselssed
Saa lagnadstung denne Dag; akk, hin Barselssed
Henfalden jeg tæres hen
i ligesæl Stilfærdighed;
mit Kiød til dig er given
Favn mig i dit Malum
Drikk af svulne Vunder
Slit Livets Baand grum
Lyrics translation
In silhouettes from the door leaf glimpses
digging men in that proud Jarl's robes,
and Guardians will drink deeply of Norway's
the high and the intimate
The earldom is clear;
That would be heir to the throne is dead;
once again the teacher is stately Staal giennem Qvin
Nor and the Noret is killed in the mother's womb
In Oblivion Vile will sprout
In Oblivion the afterbirth must disfigure
They gardens no customer about old maternity beds
Saa lagnadstung this day; akk, that maternity
Something uncanny profane
spies between Dauskrotter
and squeal after that hideous,
there was frigidity in the breast of the Cold
will your life force be deprived
for to soothe the swallowing desire
Untwisted beyond the roof mighty dwindled
facing north, towards the edge of the Evening Sun
from a toforn Kongsgaard vakant
Then the plague came upon that very Land
Along Alfadervei and The Wailing people lie in sickness wrapped
Behind Tomhets Aasyn torments vile baptized
In Oblivion Vile will sprout
In Oblivion the afterbirth must disfigure
They gardens no customer about old maternity beds
Saa lagnadstung this day; akk, that maternity
Decaying I'm dying
in equal silence;
my meat to you is given
Embrace me in your Malum
Drink from swollen veins
Slit the Baand of life grim