Svartsot — Grendel song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Grendel" by Svartsot.
Lyrics
En skabning af mosens mørke svælg var han
Næp var han levende, næp var han mand
Et udyr tyndt forklædt i menneskets form
Fra hvilken turses liv sprang denne orm?
Hvad er det, der overfor mig står?
Klædt i tand og klo og med filted' hår
Så høj som en eg, så usselt hugget ud
Intet hærdet blad kunne bryde hands pansred' hud
Hud som den af lindorms grå skællet brynje
Folkets hadske fjende
Fra hans slummer vækket af vores lystig' lag
Mord og død lagde han for dag
Grendel!
Han flænged' mine frænder med hans strimed' næve
For hands vrede kunn' man sig ej bjærge
Deres kød var reven, deres skaller kløved'
Ar gik før kvalen døvedes
Han trak sig til mosen, med hans stygge rov
Mætted' sig på blod og skrog
Frelse må vel komme fra en fremmed kyst
Før grendel slår hans sidste høst
Grendel du nævnes, nattens dødfødt skabning
Bragt på en slet vind, bragt på sorten ving'
Snart skal du dræbes af en kamp-klædt konning
Læng' skal vi synge om Grendels halshugning
Lyrics translation
A creature of the Marsh's dark pharynx he was
Fist was he alive, Fist was He Man
A beast thinly disguised in human form
From what turses life did this worm burst?
What is it that's facing me?
Dressed in tooth and claw and with felt ' hair
As tall as an oak, so lowly carved out
No hardened blade could break hands pansred ' skin
Skin like that of lindorm's Gray scaly breast
The hateful enemy of the people
From his slumber awakened by our merry ' layers
Murder and death he laid for the day
Grendel!
He flung 'my kinsmen with his strimed' fist
For the wrath of hands man could not be saved
Their flesh was the FOX, their shells cleaved'
Scars passed before the anguish deafened
He pulled to the bog with his bad ass
Satiated ' himself on blood and Hull
Salvation must come from a strange Coast
Before grendel beats his last harvest
Grendel you are mentioned, the deadborn creature of the night
Brought on a plain wind, brought on the variety wing'
Soon you will be killed by a battle-dressed King
Should we sing about Grendel's decapitation