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Kilden - I Marker Og I Lunde Lyrics
[2x]
kom vakre m og plj med mig
og lystig var hin bonde
for jeg m s mis sd i dag
i marker og i lunde

bde is og sne var smeltet
den lnge ventede t
og vr andede lunt
s vinter mtte d

atter kunne godtfolk nyde
godt af jordens grde
og sled ude i markernemfra gry til aftenrde
der byggede did en bonde
en ful og syndig mand
en holden mand var han
han ejede meget land
der var en pige p grden
en skonhed uden lige
og lige s smuk hun var
s from var den pige

[2x]
kom vakre m og plj med mig
og lystig var hin bonde
for jeg m s mis sd i dag
i marker og i lunde

kom, blot for mig dit unge liv
og lystig var hin bonde
for jeg m s mis sd i dag
i marker og i lunde

i marker og i lunde

uafbrudt hun gjorde sin gerning
fra rle morgen til mrkefald
og da dagen var til ende
gemte hun sig p staldens hjald

uafbrudt han vogtede over
alt det som pigen gjorde
og drmte om det han ville gre
var hun blot en tarvelig hore

kom med mig min fagre m forrsgrn er grssets ld
den frste fure m nu pljes sden m i jordens skd
vejrliget er s mildt nu thi solen kroner himlens bl
ej har du brud for kjortler vinden er ej lngere r

du er sre fin de har jeg jo set
og du kunne vre min dronning skont jeg er din herre
ingen behvesvide hvad der er sket
jeg kender et lnligt sted hvor vi kan vre
jeg vd du har begloet mig det har jeg jo set
jeg er sre ung og gud er min herre
min dyd er mig rr jeg vil ej blive forledt
jeg vil hellere d end at miste min re til dig!

hans lngsel blev vkket
ej ville han bengtes
han kastede hende til jorgen
og trnglet ind mens nuh fgtede
hans vrede blev vkket;
han tog hende mens hun skreg
hun kunne ikke standse hans std
hans vilde leg

rolig din mr tag det som den tve du er
jeg befrier dig for lnkerne af din fromheds usle skr
jeg tager dig nr jeg lyster thi du ejes af mig
din gud kan ej hre dig vel ringe han agter dig

stadig ville hun ej give op
hun stred med al sin magt
hun rev i hans hud
mens hendes mdom gik fortabt
hun flede i hans jne
slog hans kbe hvast
han nsede ikke hun slog ham
det gjorde ham viljefast

da han endelig standsede
og hans lyst var atter sval
prvede han forgves at dmpe
hendes hjertekval
pigen skreg med bitre ord
og alt imens hun skjalv
greb bonden hendes spinkle hals
og knuste hendes skal

der l hun forladt, snderslagen og dd
fra under hendes lig
et kildev ld frembrd
rene, de gik og et hyldetr slog rod
den viste vejen til kilden
som strmmede fra dets fod

han pljed' og han sed'
og lystid var hin bonde
han gjorde den unge m fortrd
i marker og i lunde

der forblev hendes fromme nd
og lystid var hin bonde
s livet selv mtt' bli' bevaret
i marker og i lunde

[English translation:]

[The Spring In Fields And In Groves]

Come, fair maid, and plough with me
And merry was the farmer
For I must sew my seed today
In fields and in groves

The ice and snow had melted, the long awaited thaw
And Spring breathed warmly, so Winter had to die
Once again the good folk could enjoy the earths fruits
And toiled in the fields from dawn to evening red

Thither lived a farmer, a foul and sinful man
A rich man was he he owned much land
There was a girl on the farm, a beauty beyond compare
And just as beautiful as she was, so pious was she

Come, fair maid, and plough with me
And wily was the farmer
For I must sew my seed today
In fields and in groves
Come; strip your young body for me
And lustful was the farmer
For I must sew my seed today
In fields and in groves

Uninterrupted, she did her chores, from early morn until dark-fall
And when the day was over, she hid herself in the barns hayloft
Uninterrupted he watched everything the girl did
And dreamt of what hed do, if only she were a wretched whore

Come with me, my fair maid, spring green is the shade of the grass
The first furrow must be ploughed now; the seed must enter the earths womb
The weather is so mild now, for the sun crowns the blue heavens
You have no need for robes, the wind is no longer raw

You are so fine, that I have seen
And you could be my queen, although I am your lord
No-one needs to know what has happened
I know a secret place where we can be

I know you have stared at me; that I have seen
I am so young, and God is my lord
My virtue is dear to me, I will not be led astray
I would rather die than lose my honour
To you!

His longing was awoken; he would not be denied
He threw her to the ground and entered her whilst she flailed
His wrath was awoken; he took her whilst she screamed
She could not stop his thrusting, his wild game

Calm down, you mare, take it like the bitch you are
I free you of the bonds of your pietys paltry glow
Ill take you when I want, as I own you
Your God cannot hear you, little he respects you

She still wouldnt give up; she struggled with all her might
She tore at his skin whilst she was deprived of her virginity
She scratched at his eyes, hit his jaw sharply
He did not notice that she struck him it made him resolute

When he finally stopped and his lust was cool again
He tried in vain to assuage her heartache
The girl cried with bitter words, and whilst she shook
The farmer grabbed her thin neck and crushed her skull

There she lay abandoned, shattered and dead
From beneath her body a well sprang fourth
The years went by and an elder tree took root
It showed the way to the spring, which streamed from its foot

He ploughed and he sewed
And lustful was the farmer
He hurt the young maid
In fields and in groves
There remained her pious spirit
And lustful was the farmer
So life itself may be saved
In fields and in groves




This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.