Að Hausti [English translation]

Striding quick across the sands

The south, it calls us

Half our time and half our trouble stands

Fresh winds befall us

No-one knows where fate will chime

What your destiny holds

For the crone, once upon a time

Woman, wind so cold

Shoes worn, cape is frayed

Frozen streams are weeping

Foul path with rhymes is laid

Tangled floes are sweeping

Fields of innocence

No more than an ember

Trees will lose their awning

Old wounds opened by

What she will remember

Mountain’s wounds are yawning

Leaves they turned, no word spoken

Trust unearned, time unbroken

Silence learned, faith it’s token

Leaves they turned, no word spoken

Lonesome traveller, searches out her way

Mountain’s wounds are yawning

No-one next to her, nothing more to say

Trees will lose their awning

Wind-claws rend her flesh, silent is her scream

Tangled floes are sweeping

Blue hands trembling, drinking from a stream

Frozen streams are weeping

Summer’s day is gone, sun is sinking low

Woman, wind so cold

Lays down by a rock, sleeping in the snow

What your destiny holds

Red dawn strokes the face of a frozen sleeper

Fresh winds befall us

Just like Brynhildur, the Gods will be her keepers

The south, it calls us

Leaves they turned, no word spoken

Trust unearned, time unbroken

Silence learned, faith it’s token

Leaves they turned [2x], no word spoken

Leaves they turned, turned to cinder

Our trust burned, you the tinder

Silence learned, faith it’s token

Leaves they turned [2x], no word spoken

Leaves they turned, rocks their landing

Our trust spurned, you left standing

Silence learned, faith it’s token

Leaves they turned [2x], no word spoken

• Artist:Skálmöld
• Album:Með Vættum