Enslaved - Brisinghamen lyrics

[Tekst: Grutle Kjellson]

Einsam ho gret, den vakraste av alle

Fanga og l¥st i ei sorg ingen skjèner

Gleden forsvann langt, langt der ute.

Ei brennande lyst, en ingen h¥p.

Ho lengtar heim, men finn ingen veg.

Ein sorgfull lagnad gèymt bak eit smil.

Mardol du fagre for fred du blei ofra

Du solgte din lekam, men fann ingen trèyst.

Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for deg

Gern du ga deg hen, og slokka mangt

eit begj¦r. Men, framleis drypp

det om natta gull fr¥ dine auge.

Frèya, od skal du finna n¥r alt er forbi

d¥ skal du bli sluppen fri.

Inntil den dag finn du inga trèyst.

Sjèl ikkje i glitrande Brisinghamen.

[Musikk: R. Kronheim & Ivar Bjèrnson]

[English translation: BRISINGHAMEN]

[Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson]

In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all

Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive

Joy vanished far out there

Burning desire, but no hope

She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way

A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile

Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were

You sold your flesh, but found no comfort

That which glitters does not bring you peace

Gern you devoted yourself

and consumed many desire.

But, still in the night,

gold is dripping from your eyes.

Fråya, Od you shall find when everything ends

Then you shall be set free

Untill that day you shall find no comfort

Not even in the shining Brisinghamen

[music: R. Kronheim & Ivar Bjèrnson]