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
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, but cannot 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
Froya, you shall find when everything ends
Then you shall be set free
Until that day you shall find no comfort
Not even in the shining Brisinghamen