Tor - Strisvolurin lyrics

Og hv?r i? enn klettum r??ur ei ? vindi v? Teir hildu um st?risv?l t? ?dnin leg?i ? "Legg upp ? loti?," r?pti ein og samdir teir h?la ? st?risv?l, men alt til f?n?tis Lei?in er l?gd, ? gr?ti er h?gd, og eru vit n?gd t? s?gnin er s?gd Og skri?ur t?n kn?rrur fram ta? sama hvat t? vil Teir bardust um st?risv?l men einki r??ur til Og enn vit halda st?risv?l eins og vit halda vit eru fr?ls, tr?lborin ?spurd so Fjakka vit ?ll um kirkjugar?sv?ll ? oy?ini h?ll, um fjarbl?u fj?ll Tiltuska? av landnyr?ings ?dn, og vindurin leikar ? Mi?gar?i m?l Til ?sgar?s har Askurin st??, sum tr??rirnir l?vsins ? lotinum har blaktra?u t? Fjakka vit ?ll um kirkjugar?sv?ll ? oy?ini h?ll, um fjarbl?u fj?ll og fl?tur, vitandi hvat m?l vit megna livandi Og feigdin dregur li?andi, vit v?la henni Tigandi ? ting [Solo: Heri Joensen] [Solo: Terji Skiben?s] Fjakka vit ?ll um kirkjugar?sv?ll ? oy?ini h?ll, um fjarbl?u fj?ll V?l vitandi langnunnar lei?, men gott er ta? treysti? at val er ? v?n ?teljandi lei?irnar t?r, men ilt er ta? treysti? at vali? er gj?rt, lei?in bert ein Lei?in er l?gd, ? gr?ti er h?gd og eru vit n?gd t? s?gnin er s?gd [Translation:] And whoever reigns these cliffs, did not defeat the wind They held the tiller when the storm broke loose "Steer into the wind," shouted one and united they pulled the tiller, but all in vain The course has been set, carved in stone And are we satisfied when the tale is told And does your ship advance regardless of what you want They fought over the rudderless tiller And still we hold the tiller as we Think we are free, thrallborn unconsulted so We all drift on the graveyard field In desolate halls, about distant mountains Drenched and weary by the northwestern storm, and the winds rages in Midgard To Asgard where the Ash stood, like the threads of life then flapped in the breeze We all drift on the graveyard field In desolate halls, about distant mountains And plains, knowing what goal we are capable of living And destiny draws slowly, we drift to meet it We all drift on the graveyard field In desolate halls, about distant mountains Well aware of the course of destiny but it is comforting that choice is before us Countless your possible courses, but discomforting that the choice has been made, only one course The course has been set, carved in stone And are we satisfied when the tale is told