Gjallarhorn Trymja Songtext
von Einher Skald

Hearing I ask from the holy races
From Heimdall′s sons, both high and low
Thou wilt, Allfather, that well I relate
Old tales I remember of men long ago

On a hill there sat, and smote on his harp
Eggther the joyous, the giants' warder
Above him the cock in the bird-wood crowed
Fair and red did Fjalar stand

Much do I know
And more I can see
Of the fate of the gods
The mighty in fight

Hearing I ask from the holy races
From Heimdall′s sons, both high and low
Thou wilt, Allfather, that well I relate
Old tales I remember of men long ago


Then to the gods crowed Gollinkambi
He wakes the heroes in Odin's hall
And beneath the earth does another crow
The rust-red bird at the bars of Hel

Much do I know
And more I can see
Of the fate of the gods
The mighty in fight

Fast move the sons
Of Mimir and fate
Is heard in the note
Of Gjallarhorn
Loud blows Heimdall
The Horn is aloft
In fear quake
All who on Hel roads are

How fare the gods?
How fare the elves?
All Jotunheim groans, the gods are at council
Loud roar the dwarves by the doors of stone
They Are the masters of the rocks!
Now Garm howls louder before Gnipahellir
The fetters will burst, and wolf will run free


Fast move the sons
Of Mimir and fate
Is heard in the note
Of Gjallarhorn
Loud blows Heimdall
The Horn is aloft
In fear quake
All who on Hel roads are

Now do I see the earth anew
Rise all green from the waves again
The rivers flows, and the eagle flies
And fish he catches
Beneath the cliffs

The gods in Ithavoll meet together
Of the terrible girdler of earth they talk
And the mighty past they call to mind
And the ancient runes of the Ruler of Gods