[Tekst: R. Kronheim, Grutle Kjellson, Dirge Rep]
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Utgards merke, langt der ute
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Eg kjem ikkje inn, eit offer du krev?
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Eit offfer eg krev, ingen lovnad eg gjen
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Eg kan gje deg styrke, eg kan gje deg dauden
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De seier du kan ta meg av dage.
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Du seier du kan ta meg av dage.
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Men utan meg er heller ikkje du
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Skapar av svakhet, meg kan du ikkje truga.
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L|r deg ¡Í sj¡Í med det retta auga.
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Du dunkle, du freistar ¡Í f¡Í meg i knt,
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du taler i g¡Íter, og f¡Ír meg vred.
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Med vrede, du veike, du ingenting f¡Ír.
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Din visdom eg krev for at du skal forst¡Í
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Du vil eg skal lida, og end¡Í til day.
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Du gleymer mi makt, at du er min tr¡ìll.
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Ditt opphav du gleymer. Du prisar bedrag
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Di verd er ei faginning, ingen heilhet, ingen svar
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Orden eg skaper, men du motstrebar meg
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Du talar med klart, kva er det du krev.
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Eg krev eit offer, eg krev at du bler.
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Du v¡Íga ¡Í trosse dei eldste, som bar deg fram
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"Utgards merke langt der ute, eit offer vart krevd,
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eit offer dei fekk, Eit sinn vart styrka, men
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lekam gjekk tapt, Klok vert den som veit ¡Í v¡Íga"
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"Han ofra sitt auge, for at fjan skulle sj¡Í
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Han bledde for dei som til slutt lot han r¡Í.
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Men ingen lovnad ei ga ham, det vart ingen fred.
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Dei skal fframleis kjempa, til jorda sig ned"
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[Musikk: Grutle Kjellson]
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[English translation: AN EYE FOR MIMIR]
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[Lyrics: R. Kronheim, Grutle Kjellson, Dirge Rep]
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The darkness of Utgard, far out there
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I can not enter, are you demanding sacrifce <sacrifice?>?
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I demand a sacrifice, no promise I will give
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I can provide you with strenght <strength?>, I can give you death
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You say you can end my days
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But without my excistance <existence?>, would you not be
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Creator of weakness, me you can not threaten
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Learn how to see with the right eye
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Obscure One, you attemp to get me on my knees
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You speak through riddles, and call forth my wrath
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With wrath, weakling, nothing is achieved
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I demand your wisdom, to make you understand
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You want me to suffer, and even to die
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You are forgetting my power, you are but my slave
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Your source of origin you're forgetting, your praising deceit
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Your world is an illusion; no wholeness, no answer
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Order I crfeate, but your opposing me
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Your speaking with a cunning tongue, what are your demands
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I am demanding a sacrifice, I demand to see you bleed
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You have dared to oppose the Ancient Ones that brought you into excistance
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<existence?>
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The darkness of Utgard, a sacrifice was demanded, a sacrifice they received
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A mind was strengthened, but the flesh was lost
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He who dares becomes wise
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"He gave his eye to see
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He bled for those who let him rule at last
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But no promises they gave him, no peace became
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They shall still be fighting 'til the earth sinks"
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[Music: Grutle Kjellson]
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Eit Auga Til Mimir
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Enslaved |