Hordalendingen

Bølgene skærer som en tidens kniv På de glatte svaberg som ennå står To øyne skuer utover de hav Som i fordums tider bar hans slekt til heder Et stille sinn lengter Etter atter å heise seil En sverdram hungrer Etter nidmanns strupe En bortglemt skatt er nå gjennfunnet Båret ut fra Midgards mørke Den kraft skal aldri mer forsvinne Den voktes av en mann fra Hordaland En sorgtung natt er snart over Et fordums minne lyser opp En vind blåser støv fra et gammelt sverd To ravner varsler hans komme Solen går ned i vest Han løfter sitt stolte ansikt Han skuer mot Nordstjernen Mannen fra Hordaland ----------------------------------------------------- English translation: The Man from Hordaland Waves are cutting like a knife of time On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the shore Two eyes are eyeing the seas Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors glory A lonely mind is longing For the raising of sails A swordarm is longing hungrily To cut the throats of cowards A forgotten treasure is now recovered Brought out from the darkness of Midgard Its powers will never again disappear It is guarded by a man from Hordaland A night of sorrow will soon be over Memories from ancient times will glow A wind blows away the dust from an ancient sword Two ravens will predict his return The sets in the west He lifts his proud face He looks towards the North Star The Man From Hordaland