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Eldur

Eldurinn logar langt,
langt niðri í jörðu,
leitar að opinni slóð.
 
Æðir um ganga,
grefur sér leiðir,
glóandi ólgandi blóð.
 
Eldurinn logar langt,
langt niðri í jörðu,
leitar að opinni slóð.
 
Æðir um ganga,
grefur sér leiðir,
glóandi, ólgandi blóð.
 
Spýtist úr gígum með geigvænu öskri,
grásvörtum bólstrum af reyk.
 
Leiftrandi steinar,
Logandi hraunið,
Lifandi kraftur á leik.
 
Spýtist úr gígum með geigvænu öskri,
grásvörtum bólstrum af reyk.
 
Leiftrandi steinar,
Logandi hraunið,
Lifandi kraftur á leik.
 
Handan við sortann,
háskann og mökkinn
sem heldimmur leggst yfir ból.
dansar á himni,
dátt yfir landi,
dirfskunnar leiftrandi sól.
 
Handan við sortann,
háskann og mökkinn
heldimmur leggst yfir ból.
Dansar á himni,
dátt yfir landi,
dirfskunnar leiftrandi sól.
 
Eldurinn logar langt,
langt niðri í jörðu,
leitar að opinni slóð.
 
Æðir um ganga,
grefur sér leiðir,
glóandi, ólgandi blóð.
 
Translation

Fire

The fire burns far,
far down into the ground,
it looks for an open path.
 
It rages through the walkways,
digs out its routes,
glowing, churning blood.
 
The fire burns far,
far down into the ground,
it looks for an open path.
 
It rages through the walkways,
digs out its routes,
glowing, churning blood.
 
It is spat forth from craters with fearfully great screams,
grey-black pillows of smoke.
 
Gleaming stones,
Burning lava,
Living forces at play.
 
It is spat forth from craters with fearfully great screams,
grey-black pillows of smoke.
 
Gleaming stones,
Burning lava,
Living forces at play.
 
Beyond the blackness,
danger and clouds of ash
like death's darkness lain over our home.
Dances in the sky,
joy over the country,
A sun gleaming with courage.
 
Beyond the blackness,
danger and clouds of ash
like death's darkness lain over our home.
Dances in the sky,
joy over the country,
A sun gleaming with courage.
 
The fire burns far,
far down into the ground,
it looks for an open path.
 
It rages through the walkways,
digs out its routes,
glowing, churning blood.
 
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