Svartsot — På Odden af hans hedenske Sværd song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "På Odden af hans hedenske Sværd" by Svartsot.
Lyrics
Lejesvend og from lærd var han,
Stormfuldt, lød han flerre herrer,
Gram, grov og mægtig,
Ve dem, der spotted' hans guds ord.
Han lært' dem alt om kristendom,
Den sande' guds evangelium,
Der sættes pris på nåde,
Til den pris havde han ikke råd.
Han fortalt' dem alt om kristendom,
Og hans barmhjertige herre,
Før han sveg dem og stak deres øjen ud,
Med odden af hans hedenske sværd.
Thangbrand hed han,
Den vildfarne spåmand,
Et fredens bud på hans spidse kors.
'Tæmmes kan du ej', sagde kongen,
'på Island skal du forkynde om hvidekrist.'
Han tog hans bog og blev af vinden båren,
Og viste synderne hans barmhjertighed.
En mørk morgen gryed' da han kom,
For mange ville bløde på hans torned' krans.
Thangbrand — vis dem vejen
Snart landed' han på Islandsk strand,
Hvor folk mored' sig med drikkelag og hor.
'Dette duer ej, her er noget at gøre,
Huskes skal dagen, hvor frelsen kom!'
Han sparkede kroens dør ind,
Og tren frem med alvorlig sind,
Som en mand besat af himmerige,
Sporet frem mod de vanhellige.
'Alle her skal høre mit budskab,
Om gud, den mægtige herre,
Eller lide en ussel død,
På odden af mit hedenske sværd.'
Og skjaldene, de så på,
Og grinte over det de så,
Kvad vider om munkens vrede,
Ham uden hår på kinden bred.
Thangbrand loved' løn for haanen,
Til dem alle og enhver;
At spidde deres vantro hoveder,
På odden af hans hedenske sværd.
Der byggedes to bavne, så store og så høje,
Så guderne kunn' dømme fra himlenes borge,
Da udså Thangbrand den djærv'ste af mänd,
Den drøj'ste bersærk landet kunn' yde.
'Gennem luen må du løbe, så rask du kan,
Det lader sig gøre, det jeg kræver af dig!
Et blus er velsignet af mig og vorherre,
Det andet asernes og vanernes skære.
Gennem mit skal du gå uden men,
Et vidnesbyrd at min gud er størst!
I dit bål kan du brände som var du af halm,
Den gamle enøjede kan dig ej bevare!'
Helskindet kom han gennem asernes ild,
Mens heden fra kristi bål holdt ham tilbage…
Lyrics translation
A hireling and a devout scholar he was,
Stormy, he sounded several gentlemen,
Gram, coarse and mighty,
Woe to those who blasphemed ' the word of his God.
He taught them all about christianity,
The Gospel of the true God,
Grace is appreciated,
At that price, he couldn't afford it.
He told ' them all about Christianity,
And his merciful Lord,
Before he swayed them and put out their eyes,
With the spit of his pagan sword.
His name was Thangbrand,
The lost fortune teller,
A peace bid for his pointed cross.
"You cannot be tamed," said the King,
'in Iceland, you must preach about white Christians.'
He took his book and was carried by the wind,
And showed his mercy to the sinners.
A dark morning dawned when he came,
Too many would bleed on his torn ' wreath.
Thangbrand - show them the way
Soon he landed on Icelandic Beach,
Where people were amused with drinking and adultery.
'This is no good, here's something to do,
Remember the day when salvation came!'
He kicked in the inn's door,
And tren forward with serious mind,
Like a man possessed by the kingdom of heaven,
The trail to the unholy.
'Everyone here must hear my message,
About God, the mighty Lord,
Or suffer a miserable death,
On the spit of my pagan sword.'
And the shields they looked at,
And laughed at what they saw,
What about the monk's anger,
The one without hair on the cheek wide.
Thangbrand loved ' pay for haanen,
To all of them;
Impale their unbelieving heads,
On the spit of his pagan sword.
Two boats were built, so big and so tall,
So the gods could judge from the castles of the heavens,
When Thangbrand saw the burly of Mand,
The worst berserk country could do.
'Through the flame you must run, as well as you can,
It is possible, what I demand of you!
A flare is blessed by me and our Lord,
The second is the cutting of the Aesirs and habits.
Through mine you must go without but,
A testimony that my God is greatest!
In your fire you can burn like straw,
The old one-eyed can't keep you!'
In good health he came through the fire of the Aesirs,
While the heat of Christ's fire held him back…