Seidmannen klatrer opp i tre
finner der jords gamle smerte,
kutter den ned i høstens fred,
med saks skjærer ut dets hjerte.
Eikens løv mot bakken faller,
seidmannen åndene kaller!
Eikens løv mot jorden faller,
seidmannen tryllevers traller!
Løken legges i lintøy ned,
hellige eiketreånden.
Seidmannen sikrer verdens fred;
fruktbarhet, solmakt i hånden!
Eikens løv mot bakken faller,
seidmannen åndene kaller!
Eikens løv mot jorden faller,
seidmannen tryllevers traller!
Der er solens brennende kraft;
der er jordens fruktbare hav;
i seidmannens mektige skaft;
i drottens beåndede stav.
[English]
The Death of Belus
The sorcerer climbs a tree
finds Earth's old pain,
cuts it down in the peace of autumn,
with seax cuts out its heart.
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer calls the spirits!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer sings his spells.
The growth is placed in linen cloth,
the holy oak spirit,
the sorcerer secured the world's peace,
fertility, solar power in his hand!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer calls the spirits!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer sings his spells.
There is the burning force of the sun;
there is the fertile sea of the Earth;
in the mighty wand of the sorcerer;
in the animated staff of the king.
finner der jords gamle smerte,
kutter den ned i høstens fred,
med saks skjærer ut dets hjerte.
Eikens løv mot bakken faller,
seidmannen åndene kaller!
Eikens løv mot jorden faller,
seidmannen tryllevers traller!
Løken legges i lintøy ned,
hellige eiketreånden.
Seidmannen sikrer verdens fred;
fruktbarhet, solmakt i hånden!
Eikens løv mot bakken faller,
seidmannen åndene kaller!
Eikens løv mot jorden faller,
seidmannen tryllevers traller!
Der er solens brennende kraft;
der er jordens fruktbare hav;
i seidmannens mektige skaft;
i drottens beåndede stav.
[English]
The Death of Belus
The sorcerer climbs a tree
finds Earth's old pain,
cuts it down in the peace of autumn,
with seax cuts out its heart.
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer calls the spirits!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer sings his spells.
The growth is placed in linen cloth,
the holy oak spirit,
the sorcerer secured the world's peace,
fertility, solar power in his hand!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer calls the spirits!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer sings his spells.
There is the burning force of the sun;
there is the fertile sea of the Earth;
in the mighty wand of the sorcerer;
in the animated staff of the king.