The meaning behind the lyrics of Sinklars Visa by TYR

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Band: TYR
Song: Sinklars Visa
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Time Stamps:
0:00 - Introduction
0:28 - Verse 1 / Lyrics
0:39 - Verse 1 / Explanation
1:17 - Verse 2 / Lyrics
1:51 - Verse 2 / Explanation
3:00 - Verse 3 / Lyrics
3:55 - Verse 3 / Explanation
4:58 - Verse 4 / Lyrics
5:33 - Verse 4 / Explanation
6:23 - Summary
6:41 - Conclusion


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Lyrics (original):
Herr Sinklar drog over salten hav,
til Norge hans kurs monne stande;
blant Gudbrands klipper han fant sin grav,
der vanked så blodig en pande.

Vel opp før dag,
de kommer vel over den hede.

Ved Romsdals kyster han styred i land,
erklærete sig for en fjende;
hannem fulgte efter fjortenhundrede mand
som alle havde vondt i sinde.

De skændte og brændte, hvor de kom frem,
all folkeret monne de krænke,
oldingens avmagt rørte ei dem,
de spotted den grædende enke.

Soldaten er ude på Kongens Tog,
Vi selv må Landet forsvare;
Forbandet være det niddingsdrog
Som nu sit Blod vil spare.

De bønder af Våge, Lesje og Lom
med skarpe økser på nakke,
i Bredebøjg tilsammen kom
med skotten så ville de snakke.

Tæt under lide der løber en Sti
som man monne Kringen kalde,
Lågen skynder sig der forbi,
i den skal fienden falde.

Med døde kropper blev Kringen strødd,
de ravner fikk nok at æde;
det ungdoms blod, som her udflød,
de skotske piger begræde.

End kneiser en Støtte på samme Sted,
som Norges Uvenner monne true.
Ve hver en Nordmand, som ei bliver hed,
så tidt hans Øjne den skue.

Lyrics (translation):
Lord Sinclair crossed the salty sea,
to Norway his course was set;
among Gudbrand's cliffs he found his grave,
where a bloody brow awaited.

Up before the break of day,
they’re coming across the heath.

By Romsdal's coast he came ashore,
declaring his enmity;
with fourteen hundred men behind,
all with evil intent.

They pillaged and burned, wherever they came,
all rights they trampled,
the frailty of age, it moved them not,
they scorned the weeping widow.

The soldier's away on the King's convoy,
We must ourselves our land defend;
Cursèd be the worthless knave,
Who'd now his blood conserve!

The farmers of Våge, Lessøe and Lom,
with sharpened axes shouldered,
At Bredebøjg together came,
with the Scot, they would have words.

Just under the hillside lies a path,
the people there call Kringen,
The company hastened past the place,
there in shall the enemy fall.

With corpses now was Kringen strewn,
the ravens ate their fill;
the blood of youth, that here was spilled,
Scottish girls bewailed.

Yet stands a column at that same place,
that Norway's foes would threaten.
Woe to any Norwegian unmoved,
each time his eyes behold it.

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