Nidingaslakt
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Horna gjallar, vinden bles
Trommer dundrar, vinded bles
Med spjut og boge meter til strid
Me ger I bresjen brodre gjennom blod.
Med von om lre I galskapens namn
Me vert aldri slegn sjol om me fell
Me reiser ei til Folkvang til,
vanedronnings famn, vere fedre skal
me mota om me fell I dag.
Me flytar ei fre var lagnad sjolv
om vinden ikkje bles ver vei.
Til valfaders hall brodre.
Med heva spjut I Odins namn.
Me skal heva krus I Odins namn
Nidingar skal falla for vere fotter.
Dei treng ikkje be om sollyse dagar.
Ingen hugsat ein trlll uten herre
Slegne vert dei ner dei fell.
Me hevar vepen for ver tru
Me slaktar marken for ver tru
Ingen nede me viser
for dei som snudde ryggen til.
Doy skal dei som freista
e mura brunnen inn.
ei som for med logn og svik
Gje oss styrke, gje oss mot
Me skal sigra, brodre gjennom blod.
English translate: Nidingaslakt
Horns are resounding, the winds are howling
Drums are pounding, the winds are howling
With spear and bow we go into battle
We are making a stand, brothers in blood
With hope for honour in the name of madness
We will never be defeated, even if we fall
We are not going to Folkvang,
Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,
We shall our fathers if we fall today
We will not flee from our destiny,
even though the winds aren't blowing our way
Brothers, to Valfaders hall
With spear raised in the name of Oden
We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden
Cowards shall fall at our feet
They do not have to pray for sun filled days
No one remembers a slave without a master
Defeated they are when they fall
We raise weapons for our faith
We slaughter the fields for our faith
We have no mercy for those
Who turned their backs
Those who attemmp to close the well
Shall die
Those who lied and betrayed shall die
Give us strength, give us courage
We will prevail
Brothers in blood
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