Örlog

Verse 1

Dimmir dalir

Djúpur skuggi

Draumar feðra brenna kyrrt

Blóð í snjónum

Brunnin eik

Heitin sögð við kaldan grjót

Chorus

Örlog rís úr rauðum sandi

Raddir drauga kveða nafn

Bindur hendur

Beinir spjótum

Eldur andar í mitt brjóst

Verse 2

Hjartarótin hamrast

Harð

Högg við stein og seltan sjó

Úlfar tjúta

Öldur svara

Auga goða horfir stíft

Chorus

Örlog rís úr rauðum sandi

Raddir drauga kveða nafn

Bindur hendur

Beinir spjótum

Eldur andar í mitt brjóst

Lur svarar í fjarska

Ég geng einn í gráum mó

Fólgin spor í fornum moldum

(hey hó)

Hvert eitt skref í hringinn slegið

Hvert eitt orð í steini skorið

Chorus

Örlog rís úr rauðum sandi

Raddir drauga kveða nafn

Bindur hendur

Beinir spjótum

Eldur andar í mitt brjóst

Verse 1

Darkening valleys

Deep shadow

Our fathers' dreams burn silently

Blood in the snow

A burned oak

Oaths spoken to the cold stone

Chorus

Örlog rises from the red sand

Voices of ghosts chant the name

Binding hands

Guiding spears

Fire breathes into my breast

Verse 2

The heart's root is hammering

Hard

Blows against stone and the salty sea

Wolves howl

Waves answer

The eye of the gods stares unmoving

Chorus

Örlog rises from the red sand

Voices of ghosts chant the name

Binding hands

Guiding spears

Fire breathes into my breast

A lur answers in the distance

I walk alone on the grey moor

Hidden tracks in ancient soil

(hey hó)

Every step struck into the ring

Every word carved into stone

Chorus

Örlog rises from the red sand

Voices of ghosts chant the name

Binding hands

Guiding spears

Fire breathes into my breast

Verse 1

Dunkle Täler

Tiefer Schatten

Die Träume der Väter brennen still

Blut im Schnee

Verbrannte Eiche

Schwüre gesprochen am kalten Stein

Chorus

Örlog steigt aus rotem Sand

Stimmen von Geistern singen den Namen

Bindet Hände

Lenkt die Speere

Feuer atmet in meine Brust

Verse 2

Die Wurzel des Herzens hämmert

Hart

Schläge gegen Stein und salzige See

Wölfe heulen

Wellen antworten

Das Auge der Götter starrt unverwandt

Chorus

Örlog steigt aus rotem Sand

Stimmen von Geistern singen den Namen

Bindet Hände

Lenkt die Speere

Feuer atmet in meine Brust

Eine Lure antwortet in der Ferne

Ich gehe allein durchs graue Moor

Verborgene Spuren in uralter Erde

(hey hó)

Jeder Schritt in den Kreis geschlagen

Jedes Wort in Stein geritzt

Chorus

Örlog steigt aus rotem Sand

Stimmen von Geistern singen den Namen

Bindet Hände

Lenkt die Speere

Feuer atmet in meine Brust