Текст песни Бергтора - Церковь под горой

Church under the mountain
1.
It seemed to me,
I'm one
In anticipation of sorrow.
The carts creak
And snoring horse
In the opposite to convince,
Around it was spring ...

Laughs
Wildly dead wood,
And quietly crying mountains
And here
And wonder of wonders
Home is a strange god,
And I go there ...

Chorus:
Built Olaf Church
From the ancient oaks,
Cast a curse on us
Pagan gods.
The last time the wind
Shut me the rock!
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere
Calm and dead.

2.
Heard
Hёvding year ago
Another voice of God.
And so
My Region embraced by the war,
Blood-soaked air.
And so year after year ...

My brother
It has long been forgiven me,
And I forgave him,
And the sea
Further, there are forces,
On these stones beating.

Chorus 2:
Built Olaf Church
From the ancient oaks,
Cast a curse on us
Pagan gods.
Removed old high
Rusting metal.
My lone stone
Alien barrier has become!