"Brisinghamen" lyrics - ENSLAVED

Einsam ho gret, den vakraste av alle
Fanga og last I ei sorg ingen skjoner
Gleden forsvann langt, langt der ute
Ei brennande lyst, en ingen hap
Ho lengtar heim, men finn ingen veg
Ein sorgfull lagnad goymt bak eit smil

Mardol du fagre for fred du blei ofra
Du solgte din lekam, men fann ingen troyst
Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for deg

Gern du ga deg hen, og slokka mangt
Eit begjaer. Men, framleis drypp
Det om natta gull fra dine auge

Froya, od skal du finna nar alt er forbi
Da skal du bli sluppen fri
Inntil den dag finn du inga troyst
Sjol ikkje I glitrande Brisinghamen

[English translation: BRISINGHAMEN]

In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all
Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive
Joy vanished far out there
Burning desire, but no hope
She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way
A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile

Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were
You sold your flesh, but found no comfort
That which glitters does not bring you peace

Gern you devoted yourself
And consumed many desire
But, still in the night
Gold is dripping from your eyes

Fraya, Od you shall find when everything ends
Then you shall be set free
Untill that day you shall find no comfort
Not even in the shining Brisinghamen