Swe-->Eng: Under Norrskenets.. & Manskensmän by Vintersorg

Thread: Swe-->Eng: Under Norrskenets.. & Manskensmän by Vintersorg

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  1. Ligeia's Avatar

    Ligeia said:

    Default Swe-->Eng: Under Norrskenets.. & Manskensmän by Vintersorg

    Is there anyone who can kindly translate these two songs for me? Thanks!

    Under Norrskenets Fallande Ljusspel

    Likt manghövdad grönskimrande orm
    Ringlar sig färgpraktsdragen
    Över tindrande stjärnbilders glitterspel
    Fran sprakande ögon i lönnlig kropp
    De dunkla behagen
    Nu fäller sin bage vid himlens sel

    Dess tveeggade tunga slukar alstringskraft
    Fran en nebulosa
    Den ymniga tjusmakt i nattens skrud
    Ett strafang som synes ut att ömsa skinn
    I aldrad prosa
    Är sagoelden ett förebud

    Skuggor ila under glöden
    Bländade av skenets färd
    Beskadare av levnadsöden
    Flamma över hem och härd
    Lagor hugger ned mot marken
    Ormlik skepnad i skyn är stadd
    Nu glänser frost om furobarken
    Mot stammar skenet satt sin gadd

    Det ljungar och blossar fran huvnden nio
    En pulserande rytm fran ljusspelets brio

    Över nordiket malas den trolska skimär
    Den glittriga dimrök är dess konstnär

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    Manskensmän

    I gnistors regn binds en krans
    En cirkel sluten av stjärnors glans
    Fran fjärranhet, fran dunkel sfär
    I töckenvirvlarnas atmosfär
    Nu rider de fran pol till pol
    Mot rymdens tinnar, mot slocknad sol
    I molnens huld, blott fjärran än
    De högtidsmantlade manskensmän

    Med spänd bage och blänkande dolk
    Dessa luftgudar färdas över himlens lykta
    I nattens klang, den oförställda tolk
    Längs vintergatans bana ses de flykta

    Eldkvastar fran valnadshäst
    "Beinga till oss, din hedersgäst"
    Han som över manen styr
    Och stormorkesternas uvertyr

    Likt blodfärgad rubin
    Är manskensmännens blickar
    Med lömska solvargsgrin
    Längs himlakartan de drar
    De bär pa nattens arv
    Som smeksamt oss bestickar
    I ändlöst tidevarv
    Hör! Världsalltets fanfar

    Fran Orions bälte de drar sin banestav
    Och nedstiger mot granskogsbrynen
    Sen urminnes tid de vevat jordens nav
    Fran stjärnfirmamentet skänkt hembyggdssynen
    "Och ridande gladiatorer mot skyn ater lyfte
    De äro förmörkade solskensandar med det högre syfte"
    "-Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity..."
    "-Actually, I'm planning to threaten you."

    "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Evil plots don't just make themselves, you know!"
     
  2. panselinos's Avatar

    panselinos said:

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    Under the Falling Light-play of the Northern Lights

    Like many-headed green shimmering serpent
    The features of colour splendour coils
    Over the glitter-plays of scintillating constellations
    From sparkling eyes in hidden body
    The dim delights
    Now fell their arc at the calmness of the sky

    Its double-edged tounge devours producing power
    From a nebula
    The abundant charming power in the garb of the night
    A bundle of rays which seems to shed its skin
    In aged prose
    Is the aurora borealis* an omen

    Shadows dart under the glow
    Dazzled by the flight of the glare
    Beholder of life fates
    Now blazes over home and hearth
    Flames cut down towards the ground
    Serpentlike shape in the sky is on the move
    Now the frost on the pine bark shines
    The glare has put its sting against trunks

    It flashes and blazes from nine heads
    A pulsing rhythm from the fire of the light-play

    The magic chimera is painted over the northern realm
    The glittering fog smoke is its artist

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    * the northern polar lights


    ***

    Moonshine Men

    In rain of sparks is a wreath bound
    A circle closed by the lustre of stars
    From the distance, from dark sphere
    In the atmosphere of the hazy whirls
    Now they ride from pole to pole
    Towards space's pinnacles, towards expired sun
    In the grace of clouds, only distant yet
    The solemnly mantled moonshine men

    With drawn bow and shining dagger
    These air gods travel over the sky's lantern
    In the night's clang, the unfeigned interpreter
    Along the Milky Way's path they are seen flying

    Bouquets of fire from a phantom horse
    "Bring to us your guest of honour"
    He who rules over the moon
    And the storm orchestras' overture

    Like blood coloured ruby
    Are the moonshine men's gazes
    With sly sun wolf grins
    They go along the sky's map
    They carry the heritage of the nigh
    Which caressingly knits us
    In endless age
    Hear! The fanfar of the universe

    They draw their bane-staff from Orion's belt
    And decend towards the edges of spruce forests
    From time immemorial they have turned earth's hub
    From the star-firmament gifted the native country's sight
    "And riding gladiators rose again towards the sky
    They are darkened sunshine spirits with the higher purpose"
    It's funnier in Enochian