March of the Dead versuri

Versuri Njörda – March of the Dead lyrics

As a storm looming,
Tirelessly steps
Rotten evil spirits
From the earth depth.

Hann vakðI upp drauga,
Reisti niðstǫg, framðI
seið ok sat úti!
Hann er dauða verðr!

We know the guilty.
Wizard that was,
Who sent misfortune,
Ancient lands cursed.

Hann vakðI upp drauga,
Reisti niðstǫg, framðI
seið ok sat úti!
Hann er dauða verðr!

The dawn dyed all in red,
From hill I see them raised up
The Guardians of the mounds.

All in the eyes is dread,
The freezing cold embraced us
I hear the frightful sound,
The March of the Dead.

A fear foreshadows
The last of fights!
I see the death closing
In Draugar eyes.

Hann vakðI upp drauga,
Reisti niðstǫg, framðI
seið ok sat úti!
Hann er dauða verðr!

«Bring me the Wizard!»
– as Konung I tell.
Against this army
We’ll turn his spells.

Hann vakðI upp drauga,
Reisti niðstǫg, framðI
seið ok sat úti!
Hann er dauða verðr!

The dawn dyed all in red,
From hill I see them raised up
The Guardians of the mounds.

All in the eyes is dread,
The freezing cold embraced us
I hear the frightful sound,
The March of the Dead.