Hrafnsmál - The Words of the Raven (Skaldic Version) - Einar Selvik

It's the age of the raven and now they are spreading their wings With just one thing in their minds they burn and destroy everything In a cloud of aggression they swoop to take their prey again As they're circling the air their dark shadows are cast over me Will they take me? Will they take them? Will they take us all as their victims? If you show them the fear in your eyes you will never be free Do we stand up and fight them or run and hide never be seen As you stare at the city the place is a burial ground Left in hiding are those who are hunted, don't dare make a sound Will they pray for me? Will they take them? Will they take us all as their victims? Will God answer me? Hear my prayers now? Will he save me from this hell on earth? Now, do I save myself? Burn it all behind and leave everyone else to die As they're being eaten alive And they take out their eyes, leave them blind This time I fight I must search within myself and find Whatever it takes to survive Never facing my fears, always turning to run But this time I will overcome In the distance we hear them, the ravens preparing to fly And the thunder of wings getting closer reign down from the sky The invasion of black is a dark cloud that covers the sun Now the darkness descending upon us, there's nowhere to run Will they pray for me? Will they take them? Will they take us all as their victims? Will God answer me? Hear my prayers now? Will he save me from this hell on earth? Now, do I save myself? Burn it all behind and leave everyone else to die As they're being eaten alive And they take out their eyes, leave them blind This time I fight I must search within myself and find Whatever it takes to survive Never facing my fears, always turning to run But this time I will overcome Waiting for weakness Then preying, no mercy is given With all this bloodshed and crying I beg for the end I must search within myself and find Whatever it takes to survice Never facing my fears, always turning to run But this time I will overcome I must search inside myself and see All the courage that's deep within me Never facing my fears, always running away The beginning of a raven age is upon us

Hearken well, in hall of kings On ocean-steed my words gain wings Odin's mead, I forth will bring For noble deeds, thine honor sing The brave men slain, Valkyrjur wakes Reward for strain, to Valhöll takes Then horns resound the mighty hall For those who fight, for those who fall For those who fight, for those who fall Warlord weaves his web of fear Each man gets his fated share Blood red search the warrior's shield Ravens scan the battlefield Ravens scan the battlefield We beat and blazed our trail of red Till Odin gazed upon the dead The horns resound the mighty hall For those who fight, for those who fall For those who fight, and those who fall May horns resound the mighty hall For we who fight, for we who fall

Senn váru Æsir Allir á þingi Ok Ásynjur Allar á máli Ok um þat réðu Ríkir tívar Hví væri Baldri Ballir draumar. Upp reis Óðinn Alda Gautr Ok hann á Sleipni Söðul of lagði. Reið hann niðr þaðan Niflheljar til Mætti hann hvelpi Þeim er ór Helju kom. Sá var blóðugr Um brjóst framan Ok galdrs föður Gól of lengi Fram reið Óðinn Foldvegr dunði Hann kom at hávu Heljar ranni. Þá reið Óðinn Fyrir austan dyrr Þar er hann vissi Völu leiði Nam hann vittugri Valgaldr kveða Unz nauðig reis Nás orð of kvað: "Hvat er manna þat Mér ókunnra Er mér hefir aukit Erfitt sinni? Var ek snivin snævi Ok slegin regni Ok drifin döggu Dauð var ek lengi." "Vegtamr ek heiti Sonr em ek Valtams Segðu mér ór helju Ek mun ór heimi Hveim eru bekkir Baugum sánir Flet fagrlig Flóuð gulli?" "Hér stendr Baldri Of brugginn mjöðr Skírar veigar Liggr skjöldr yfir En ásmegir Í ofvæni Nauðug sagðak Nú mun ek þegja.

Hljóðs bið ek allar helgar kindir, Meiri ok minni mögu Heimdallar; Viltu, at ek, Valföðr! vel framtelja Forn spjöll fíra, þau er fremst um man. Þá gengu regin öll á rökstóla, Ginnheilug goð, ok um þat gættusk; (á gengust eiðar, orð ok sœri, Mál öll meginlig er á meðal fóru.) Sól tér sortna, sígr fold í mar, Hverfa af himni heiðar stjörnur; Geisar eimi ok aldrnari, Leikr hár hiti við himin sjalfan. Þá gengu regin öll á rökstóla, Ginnheilug goð, ok um þat gættusk; (Skelfr Yggdrasils askr standandi, Ymr it aldna tré, en jötunn losnar.) Geyr nú Garmr mjök fyr Gnipahelli, Festr mun slitna en freki renna; Fjölð veit ek fræða, fram sé ek lengra Um ragna rök römm sigtíva. Bræðr munu berjask ok at bönum verðask, Munu systrungar sifjum spilla; Skelfr Yggdrasils askr standandi, Ymr it aldna tré, en jötunn losnar. Sér hon upp koma öðru sinni Jörð ór ægi iðjagræna; Falla forsar, flýgr örn yfir, Sá er á fjalli fiska veiðir. Sal sér hon standa sólu fegra, Gulli þakðan á Gimléi; þar skulu dyggvar dróttir byggja Ok um aldrdaga ynðis njóta.