Hrte du i Hafrsfjord hvor hardt de sloss der,
Storttet konge og Kjotve den rike?
Knarrer kom sfra, lystne p kapplek,
Med pende kjefter og krot p staunen
De var lastet med hrmenn og hvite skjold
Med vestrne lanser og velske sverd
Berserker remjet der striden raste,
Ulvhedner ulte og jernvpen skalv
De fristet den framdjerve, han lrte dem flykte,
stmenns storkonge, som Utstein bor
Da strid var i vente, snudde han havhestene,
P skjold det hamret, fr Haklang falt
Lei av verge landet for Luva,
Den halsdigre kongen tok holmen til skjold
De drog seg under setene, de som var sret,
Satte stjerten til vrs, stakk hodet i kjolen
P baken lot de blinke blanke skjoldtak,
De tenksomme segger, da steinene slo dem;
Austkylvene aste avsted over Jren,
Hjem fra Hafrsfjord - husket p mjddrikken
[English translation:]
The Battle At Hafrsfjord1
Did you heard how noisily they fight in the Hafrsfjord
The noble-kin king and Kjotvi the rich?2
Ships came from east, craving for battle-game
With opened mouths and sculpture on the prow
They were loaded with warriors and white shields
With western lances and celtic3 swords
Berserkir roared where the fight rose
Ulfhednir howled and shook the iron-weapons
They wanted to defy him, but he taught them to flee
The bold western king , that lives in Utsteinn
Then the fight was awaiting, he threw the sea-horses5
On the shields he hammered, before Haklang6 fell
Tired of standing beyond the land of Lufa7
The stout-neck king8 took as shield an isle
They cast themselves under the seats, those who were wounded
Put buttocks to the air, stuck the head in the keel
They let shine on their back bright palace-tile9
Thinking of being wise, when then stones hit them,
The eastern clubs10 hasted away by Jaeren,
Leaving the Hafrsfjord - thinking about the mead
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
