Söngr Röddin er Kallar (The Melodic Voice That Calls)

sea shanty, cinematic folk, ethereal ambient

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Augun lokast, andi fylgir, | Eyes fall closed, the spirit follows,
fegurð hennar brennr sem eld. | Her beauty burns just like a flame.
Villr ek ganga, viljalauss, | I walk to her, stripped of all will,
í hennar faðm, í sævar veld. | Into her arms, into the sea.

[Chorus]
Söngr röddin kallar mig, | The calling voice, it summons me,
niður í djúpið, dimmt ok kalt. | Down to the depths so dark and cold.
Fögur lygi, banvænn draumr, | Beautiful lies, a deadly dream,
enginn snýr af hennar valdi. | None return from out her hold.

Söngr röddin kallar oss, | The calling voice, it summons all,
blóð ok bein í sævar gröf. | Blood and bone in ocean graves.
Í hennar söng er sálum glötun, | Within her song, all souls are lost,
í hennar faðm er endalok. | Within her arms, the final grave.

[Verse 2]
Sækonur syngja, seiðr í röddum, | Sea-women sing with magic voices,
tálma hug ok brjóta vilja. | Binding minds and breaking will.
Hrafnlaus skip í hafsins nætur, | Empty ships in ocean darkness,
mennirnir hverfa, heyrast ei. | Men all vanish, silent still.

Gull ok draumar, girndir djúpar, | Gold and dreams and deep desires,
sýnir hún í bláum loga. | She reveals in azure flame.
En undir fegurð, eitr er falit, | Yet beneath her beauty, poison,
banaspjót í blíðum hljóm. | Death concealed in gentle song.

[Bridge]
Hverr er sá er heyrir ei? | Who is he that does not hear?
hverr má standast slíkan söng? | Who can stand against her song?
Jafnvel jarl ok víkingr sterkr | Even jarls and mighty warriors,
fellr sem barn í hennar net. | Fall like children before long.

[Chorus]
Söngr röddin kallar mig… | The calling voice, it summons me…
niður í djúpið, dimmt ok kalt… | Down to the depths so dark and cold…

[Outro]
Í djúpum sæ, nú dvel ek sjálfr, | In the deep sea now I dwell,
hljóð minn syngr með hennar róm. | My voice joins her haunting choir.
Nýr er þjónn í dauðans kór, | Now a servant bound to death,
kallandi að næsta mann. | Calling forth the next to fall.

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[Verse 1] Í dimmum sæ, und djúpum bylgjum, | In the dark sea, beneath deep waves, heyrik rödd, mjúk sem draumr. | I hear a voice, soft as a dream. Silfrlík söngr, seiðr í hjarta, | A silver song, it binds the heart, kallar mann til kaldrar dauða. | Calling men to a cold dark death. Augun lokast, andi fylgir, | Eyes fall closed, the spirit follows, fegurð hennar brennr sem eld. | Her beauty burns just like a flame. Villr ek ganga, viljalauss, | I walk to her, stripped of all will, í hennar faðm, í sævar veld. | Into her arms, into the sea. [Chorus] Söngr röddin kallar mig, | The calling voice, it summons me, niður í djúpið, dimmt ok kalt. | Down to the depths so dark and cold. Fögur lygi, banvænn draumr, | Beautiful lies, a deadly dream, enginn snýr af hennar valdi. | None return from out her hold. Söngr röddin kallar oss, | The calling voice, it summons all, blóð ok bein í sævar gröf. | Blood and bone in ocean graves. Í hennar söng er sálum glötun, | Within her song, all souls are lost, í hennar faðm er endalok. | Within her arms, the final grave. [Verse 2] Sækonur syngja, seiðr í röddum, | Sea-women sing with magic voices, tálma hug ok brjóta vilja. | Binding minds and breaking will. Hrafnlaus skip í hafsins nætur, | Empty ships in ocean darkness, mennirnir hverfa, heyrast ei. | Men all vanish, silent still. Gull ok draumar, girndir djúpar, | Gold and dreams and deep desires, sýnir hún í bláum loga. | She reveals in azure flame. En undir fegurð, eitr er falit, | Yet beneath her beauty, poison, banaspjót í blíðum hljóm. | Death concealed in gentle song. [Bridge] Hverr er sá er heyrir ei? | Who is he that does not hear? hverr má standast slíkan söng? | Who can stand against her song? Jafnvel jarl ok víkingr sterkr | Even jarls and mighty warriors, fellr sem barn í hennar net. | Fall like children before long. [Chorus] Söngr röddin kallar mig… | The calling voice, it summons me… niður í djúpið, dimmt ok kalt… | Down to the depths so dark and cold… [Outro] Í djúpum sæ, nú dvel ek sjálfr, | In the deep sea now I dwell, hljóð minn syngr með hennar róm. | My voice joins her haunting choir. Nýr er þjónn í dauðans kór, | Now a servant bound to death, kallandi að næsta mann. | Calling forth the next to fall.

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