(Ymes blod vender hjem)
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.....Baner seg
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stier....fosser.......bekker.....
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Blant ulmende knokler og spirende liv,
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Som yudige Froyas besettende blikk.
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.....Uhemmet lekende.......lokkende......
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Glitrende tarer.....av gildeste solver.
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Hilser det Tvinnil med glede....pa
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gjensyn.....
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Denne veldige vuggen....dets hjem....
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....Store Bla......Atals myr....
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Mane gloder.
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Egger Yme...til hamskifte.
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Som Froyas oyne-dansende, lekende.
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Skal fjellheimens snekledte
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vende tilbake....hjem.....
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Lange bekker, ned fosser...mot kilden.
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Veldige Atals myr....
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Atter gjester Froy oss.
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Faderlig rundhandet.
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Sjenker oss atter....
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......Einmaanads grode......
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Ymes frosne konkler vakner
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fra rensende sovn.
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Under Vinterhvelvs vinge.
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[English translation]
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(Yme's blood returns home)
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.......creating paths......waterfalls.....brooks
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Amongst smouldering knuckles and sprouting life
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Like sweet Froya's bewitching look.
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Unrestrained, playing....seducing....
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Shimmering tears...of precious silver.
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It greets Tvinnil with pleasure....
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we'll meet again...
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This vast cradle...its home
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.......Big Blue........Atal's marsh
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The moon is glowing.
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Urging Yme.....to shed his coat.
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Like Froya's eyes - dancing, playful.
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The mountain's snow-clothed one
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Will return.....home.....
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Along brooks, down waterfalls.....
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towards the source.
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Mighty Atal's marsh....
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Again Froya is visiting.
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Fatherly generous.
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Again he bestows us with.....
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.....One month of harvest......
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Yme's frozen knuckles awake
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From purifying sleep.
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Beneath the Winter Skies
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Einmaanad
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Svartahrid |