SKÁLD
Grupo francés de folk vikingo con canciones inspiradas en la Edda.
Voces:
Justine Galmiche
Pierrick Valence
Mattjö Haussy
Rún
VAKI
Þat mant
Eru völur allar frá viðolfi
Vitkar allir frá vilmeiði
En seiðberendr frá svart-höfða
Frá svart-höfða
VAKI
Þat mant
FEHU, URUZ, THURISAZ, ANSUZ, RAIDO, KENAZ
GEBO, WUNJO, HAGALAZ, NAUDHIZ, ISA, JERA, HEIWAZ
Eru völur allar frá viðolfi
Vitkar allir frá vilmeiði
En seiðberendr frá svart-höfða
Frá svart-höfða
VAKI
Þat mant
Ef þu
FEHU, URUZ, THURISAZ, ANSUZ, RAIDO, KENAZ,
GEBO, WUNJO, HAGALAZ, NAUDHIZ, ISA, JERA, HEIWAZ
PERTHO, ALGIZ, SOWILO, TIWAS, BERKANO, EHWAS,
MANNAZ, LAGUZ, INGWAS, OTHALAZ, DAGAZ, FEHU
Eru völur allar frá viðolfi
Vitkar allir frá vilmeiði
En seiðberendr frá svart-höfða
Frá svart-höfða
Gleipnir
Af dyn kattarins
Ok af skeggi konunnar
Ok af rótum bjargsins
Ok af sinum bjarnarins
Ok af anda fisksins
Ok af fogls hráka
Eg Gleipnir heitir
Af dyn kattarins
Ok af skeggi konunnar
Ok af rótum bjargsins
Ok af sinum bjarnarins
Ok af anda fisksins
Ok af fogls hráka
Eg Gleipnir heitir
Vildi engi sína hönd fram selja fyrr
En týr lét fram hönd sína hœgri
Vildi engi sína hönd fram selja fyrr
En týr lét fram hönd sína hœgri
Vildi engi sína hönd fram selja fyrr
En týr lét fram hönd sína hœgri
Vildi engi sína hönd fram selja fyrr
En týr lét fram hönd sína hœgri
(x6)
Af dyn kattarins
Ok af skeggi konunnar
Ok af rótum bjargsins
Ok af sinum bjarnarins
Ok af anda fisksins
Ok af fogls hráka
Eg Gleipnir heitir
Hann grenjar illiliga
Ok slefa renn ór munni hans
Þat er á sú er ván heitir
Þar liggr hann, til Ragnarökrs!!!
Gleipnir
The noise of footsteps of cat
And the beard of a woman
And the roots of a rock
And the sinews of a bear
And the breath of a fish
And the spittle of a bird
Gleipnir is my name
The noise of footsteps of cat
And the beard of a woman
And the roots of a rock
And the sinews of a bear
And the breath of a fish
And the spittle of a bird
Gleipnir is my name
No one would give up his hand
Until Týr extended his right hand
No one would give up his hand
Until Týr extended his right hand
No one would give up his hand
Until Týr extended his right hand
No one would give up his hand
Until Týr extended his right hand
(x6)
The noise of footsteps of a cat
And the beard of a woman
And the roots of a rock
And the sinews of a bear
And the breath of a fish
And the spittle of a bird
Gleipnir is my name
He howls awfully
And spit runs out of his mouth
It's a river called Ván
There he lies until Ragnarök!!!
