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 fagrasta 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
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