Njord
Music: Dmitri Petras
Lyrics: Andrew Sokolov / traditional
©2004 Wolfsangel/Fono
Comment
Dedication to Njord, the fist of Vanir. Each line of each of three verses ends with a word that corresponds to the certain rune of Futhark (in alphabetical order). Nevertheless, the song has some sense. It describes a journey of some brave men from the North to an Irish town of Lindesfarne (which is not referred to in lyrics). I think you know the end of the story. The central part of the song presents some verses from the Edda in Ancient Icelandic. (A.S.)
The main riff for this song was created approximately in 1985-86, but altered soon being settled. The central part in Ancient Icelandic appeared after premiere of the song. In order to make it we three (McReddin, Iana and me) chose the verses from “Havamal” independently of each other, so each of us performs his verse by turn. (D.P.)
Lyrics
Waters are his herd
Wild winds are his might
Praise the mighty god
Raise your weapons high
On his streams we ride
Turn their towns to flame
Take their blood for gift
Let us see his mirth
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
watch the splashes flying
hear the dead souls crying
see the stallions in foam
Tease their land like hail
Till the spineless die
Send their souls to ice
Harvest bloody crop
They forgot the yew
They will get no luck
Turn their sacred place
Show them real light
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
watch the splashes flying
hear the dead souls crying
see the stallions in foam
At kveldi skal dag leyfa
Konu er brennd er
Mæki er reyndr er
Mey er gefin er
Ís er yfir kemr
Öl er drukkit er
Haltr ríðr hrossi
Hjörð rekr handar vanr
Daufr vegr ok dugir
Blindr er betri
En brenndr séi
Nýtr manngi nás
Lítilla sanda
Lítilla sæva
Lítil eru geð guma
Því at allir menn
Urðu-t jafnspakir
Half er öld hvar
Never end this war
Kill them rape their wifes
Saddle pallid horse
Die but not demise
So ride on the storm
Hand in hand we’re close
Sky halls are our fate
Death will bring this day
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
watch the splashes flying
hear the dead souls crying
see the stallions in foam


