Brisinghamen

	Einsam ho gret, den vakraste av alle
	Fanga og låst I ei sorg ingen skjøner
	Gleden forsvann langt, langt der ute.
	Ei brennande lyst, en ingen håp.
	Ho lengtar heim, men finn ingen veg.
	Ein sorgfull lagnad gøymt bak eit smil.
	Mardol du fagre for fred du blei ofra
	Du solgte din lekam, men fann ingen trøyst.
	Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for deg
	Gern du ga deg hen, og slokka mangt
	eit begjær. Men, framleis drypp
	det om natta gull frå dine auge.
	Frøya, od skal du finna når alt er forbi
	då skal du bli sluppen fri.
	Inntil den dag finn du inga trøyst.
	Sjøl ikkje I glitrande Brisinghamen
	(English translation: BRISINGHAMEN)
	In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all
	Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive
	Joy vanished far out there
	Burning desire, but no hope
	She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way
	A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile
	Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were
	You sold your flesh, but found no comfort
	That which glitters does not bring you peace
	Gern you devoted yourself
	and consumed many desire.
	But, still in the night,
	gold is dripping from your eyes.
	Fråya, Od you shall find when everything ends
	Then you shall be set free
	Untill that day you shall find no comfort
	Not even in the shining Brisinghamen

	Einsam ho gret, den vakraste av alle
	Fanga og l st I ei sorg ingen skj ner
	Gleden forsvann langt, langt der ute.
	Ei brennande lyst, en ingen h p.
	Ho lengtar heim, men finn ingen veg.
	Ein sorgfull lagnad g ymt bak eit smil.
	Mardol du fagre for fred du blei ofra
	Du solgte din lekam, men fann ingen tr yst.
	Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for deg
	Gern du ga deg hen, og slokka mangt
	eit begj r. Men, framleis drypp
	det om natta gull fr dine auge.
	Fr ya, od skal du finna n r alt er forbi
	d skal du bli sluppen fri.
	Inntil den dag finn du inga tr yst.
	Sj l ikkje I glitrande Brisinghamen
	English translation: BRISINGHAMEN
	In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all
	Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive
	Joy vanished far out there
	Burning desire, but no hope
	She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way
	A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile
	Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were
	You sold your flesh, but found no comfort
	That which glitters does not bring you peace
	Gern you devoted yourself
	and consumed many desire.
	But, still in the night,
	gold is dripping from your eyes.
	Fr ya, Od you shall find when everything ends
	Then you shall be set free
	Untill that day you shall find no comfort
	Not even in the shining Brisinghamen