Vintersorg - Dopt I En Jokelsjo текст песни

Isvind, frostvind i armodsbunden skrud
En ljudfyyld fristad at vinterrikets s?ndebud
Han som f?ddes under polstj?rnan, i str?ng k?ld
Under stormslitna skarvidders gnistrande sk?ld

Elementen symboliska avbild,
En d?dskallevit sn?gestalt
Med norrskenblick som flammar vild
Och blixtrar i samklang med allt
Vishj?rtad och med skuldror som alpkedjor vida,
Det ?ventyrsgivande landskapets medelpunkt
Med istidsdraken fader j?kul vid sin sida
Som ligger stilla och andas tungt

D?pt i en j?kelsjo
Invigd i utopin
Med glaci?rv?rldens delta?
V?lvd i periferin
En vintrig kr?ningsrit
Med vinden som poet
Fj?ttrar denna eremit
I sin universalitet

Stj?rnkartan ristas ?ver hans rygg
Av drakens frostklor, som stillsam och skygg
F?rt?ljer om dess ursprung i ett s?llsamt kvad,
En oh?rd visdom, ett oskrivet titelblad
Dopfunten, en vak i glaci?rskorpans yta
Och stormen tj?nar som energisk psalm
Kn?b?jd pa frusen b?dd ses han flyta,
Pa solmejslade block, pa vattenkristallers malm

D?r iskolosser byggs pa varje sekund och minut
Och det arktiska kungad?mets monark ligger stolt
Hans karga rike verkar segra till slut
?ver den likbleka solens trevande revolt

[English translation:]

BAPTIZED IN A GLACIAL LAKE

Icewind, frostwind in poverty-bound garb
A soundfilled refuge for the messenger of the wintry realm
He who was born under the North Star, in bitter cold
Under the sparkling shield of storm-torn plains of crust

Symbolic image of the elements,
A skull white shape of snow
With a gaze of northern lights which blazes wildly
And flashes in harmony with everything
Wise at heart and with shoulders like wide Alpine ranges,
The center of the adventure-giving landscape
With the Ice Age dragon Father Glacier by its side
Who lies calmly and breathes heavily

Baptized in a glacial lake,
Initiated into the utopia
With the delta-isle of the glacier world
Arched in the periphery
A wintry rite of coronation
With the wind as poet
Fetters this hermit
In its universality

A star chart is carved in his back
by the dragon's frost claws, that calmly and shyly
Tells about it origins in a strange song,
An unheard wisdom, an unwritten title page
The baptismal font, a hole in the surface of the glacier's crust
And the storm serves as an energetic psalm
Kneeling on frozen bed he is seen float,
On blocks chiselled by the sun, on the ore of water crystals

Baptized in a glacial lake,
Initiated into the utopia
With the delta-isle of the glacier world
Arched in the periphery
A wintry rite of coronation
With the wind as poet
Fetters this hermit
In its universality

Where Ice hulks grow every second and minute
The monarch of the Arctic Kingdom lies proud
In the end his barren realm seems to prevail
Over the fumbling revolt of the livid sun