Fánar burtur brandaljóð
Lokin er mín sigursferð
Hifar at tøla tað floygda fljóð

Eingin er líki hennar í hesu verð

Farið havi ey fjart um lond

Handan hav og høgu fjøll
Higar at tøla ta liljuvond
Einsamøll steig hon á mín feigdarvøll


Burtur frá hesari jarðargrund
Yvir høv og háfjøll køld

Flýgur meg !@$)rasta menjarsprund
Endar øld handan høgu stjørnufjøld


[English translation:]

[The Sound Of Swords Fades]


Fades the sound of swords
My tour of victory is over

Here to score the flying woman
There's none like her in this world


I have traveled far over lands
Beyond ocean and high mountains
Here to score the amazing woman

Alone she trod upon my field of death

Away from this ground

Over oceans and high mountains cold
Flies me the fairest woman
Ages end beyond high star crowd