This is the last track of the Wardruna's album 'Runaljod - Ragnarok'
Lyrics
Fé vældr fræ'nda rógi;
fóðesk ulfr í skógi
Rúnar munt þú finna
ok ráðna stafi,
mjök stóra stafi,
mjök stinna stafi,
er fáði fimbulþulr
ok gerðu ginnregin
ok reist hroftr rögna.
(Hávamál 142)
Úr er af illu jarni;
oft leypr ræinn á hjarni
Þurs vældr kvenna kvillu;
kátr værðr fár af illu
Óss er flestra færða;
för, en skalpr er sværða
Nam ek upp rúnar, æpandi nam...
[Hávamál 139]
Ræið kvæða rossom væsta;
Reginn sló sværðet bæzta
Kaun er barna bolvan;
bol gorver mann folvan
Hagal er kaldastr korna;
Herjan skóp hæimin forna
Nauð gerer nappa kosti;
naktan kælr í frosti
Is köllum brú bræiða;
blindan þarf at læiða
Ár er gumna góði;
get ek at örr var Fróði
Sól er landa ljómi;
lúti ek að helgum dómi
Týr er einhendr ása;
oft værðr smiðr at blása
Bjarkan er laufgrænstr líma;
Loki bar flæ'rðar tima
Maðr er moldur auki;
mikill er græip á hauki
Mikill er græip á hauki...
Nam ek upp rúnar, æpandi nam...
(Hávamál 139)
Logr Laukr er, er fællr ór fjalle;
foss en gull ero nosser
Ýr er vetrgrænstr víða;
vant er, er brennr, at svíða
Wealth cause dispute among friends;
the wolf lives in the forest
Runes will you discover
And meaningful staves,
Very powerful staves,
Very strong staves,
That the wise high-storyteller gained
That the higher creative-powers crafted
That the Hroptr of Gods carved.
(Hávamál 142)
Slag comes from bad iron; the reindeer often races over the frozen snow.
Giant causes women's sorrow;
few are cheerful from misfortune
River mouth is way of most journeys;
but the sheath is the one of swords
I took up the runes, crying aloud I took them...
(Hávamál 139)
Riding, one says, is for horses the worst;
Regin forged the best sword
Ulcer is fatal for children;
death makes man pale
Hail is the coldest of grain;
Herjan shaped the world in olden times
Need leaves you little choice;
the naked freeze in the frost
Ice we call the broad bridge;
the blind man must be led
Good year is a blessing for men;
I say that Frodi was generous
Sun is light of the land
I bow before the holy
Tyr is one-handed among the Æsir;
often the smith must blow
Birch is the limb greenest with leaves;
Loki brought success of deceit
Man is increase of soil;
mighty is the hawk's claw
Mighty is the hawk's claw...
I took up the runes, crying aloud I took them...
Water is what falls from the mountain;
but of gold are the jewels
Yew is the greenest tree in winter;
it often singes when it burns
(Runic and Heroic Poems by Bruce Dickins )
