J'ai enfin fini par trouver une traduction anglaise des textes norvégiens de Transilvanian Hunger, que je cherchais sur le net depuis des années. J'ai effectué quelques légères corrections :
2. OVER FJELL OG GJENNOM TORNER
Over Mountains And Through Thorns
Over mountains and through thorns
Through the evil dark forest
Die like a warrior, head on a tree
Slice through flesh, needles deep into the skin
Beaks of ravens in blood will gorge
After the battle has taken place
Armoured bodies in gruesome battle
Axes planted, souls suffered
Cold swords whom the skin open
Hair that smells freshly of blood
The Norse race must slaughter the other
When coloured ones pound too heavily on our door
3. SKALD AV SATANS SOL
Scald Of Satan's Sun
Scald = équivalent d'un barde
The fog grows denser, darkness falls, evil slumbers, the forest calls
Out here in the domain of the beast through a gloomy windy forest
Angels run, angels fly away from my own graveyard
I stand beneath a cold wind. The fog lightens from the angels' escape
I drink from the moon's cold bleak light and hail the sun of Satan
A gruesome evil seeps inside and fills body and soul
A sky of dead men. Torture and hate
The fog grows denser, darkness falls, evil slumbers, the forest calls
Let me forever serve the seventy-two forever fallen
In the cold dark well of the sly black ones
Worthy I am proclaimed as the unholy trinity's scald
WHEN HELL CALLS YOUR NAME, THERE'S NO WAY BACK
The fog grows denser, darkness falls, evil slumbers, the forest calls.
4. SLOTTET I DET FJERNE
The Castle In The Distance
Can you see the castle in the distance?
And its merry, noisy feast
Couples dancing, couples laughing
Couples swimming in unconscious sin
And under the sun whom the dark ones worship
They celebrate new year with feasting and jokes
A shameful sin which gods reckon
As spiritual failure
And the holes are graves
Which are only for them
With spiritual needles
That will forever...
Torment every limb
Can you see the castle in the distance?
From your dark, grim cave
So you can hate for a thousand years
Rejoicing in the pain they receive
5. GRAVEN TÅKEHEIMENS SALER
Tombs In The Misty Halls
Nåberg* arose, near farms of the land of men
Axetime, swordtime, there was not war - yet the plague of pestilence
No one hosted their kindred, none the priest
No one went to town, without their lance and on horseback
In the dawn of time they sang songs to themselves and their fathers
Today only songs for a better tomorrow are sung
Songs for our fellow man, no songs about the best
Deceit and lies have gained their seat on the palace of the Midgard Jotuns
One man wandered, slowly, surely, proud there between houses
He wandered there among the people, stepped uncared there among mice
Hundreds of men he visited, on each cold night
He was one-eyed, tall and thin and on his head he wore a hat
Lonely man he wandered, over Bifrost one cold morning
He shook his head over the losses of men
For they assured themselves a seat, in an unborn tragic heaven,
For they wandered north and down, for they rot in Hell's peace
6. I EN HALL MED FLESK OG MJØD
In A Hall With Pork And Mead
In an old ash hung a near-cold man
Under a black sky from where the rain poured down
None went thither to cut the corpse down,
For no one could know whereat the hanging took place
Lonely man he was when he went to Allfather's place
He arrived clothed in a body armour to a marvellous, grim palace
A thousand year had passed since last man went thither,
They cried in a gloomy happiness when at last a son came there
North from the trollish gap was a foggy land deep down
Ranks of Norths sons wandered therein north and down
No one lacked grave - and no one lacked sons
For they passed by age and disease - there to the coldhouse beds
Only few of the guardian's children came to the rich row of their father,
For cunning deceit bore most of them far down
Yet one can hear the old holy song of each heathen
For it is still feasted amongst the faithful sons of Odin
8. EN ÅS I DYPE SKOGEN
An Aesir In The Deep Forest
A hatch stood open, a rider appeared
A cold mist had lain upon the field
Nine black horses and nine armed men
An eye stared furiously down from a flag.
Silence fell, as the company stopped,
They stopped in a circle around a stone.
Silently they rode towards it, and disappeared when they arrived
For the stone was a thought filled with power.
Stars on a sky that never fall down
Lightning in a night that lasts forever
A thousand cold winters with only chill and hatred.
There is no summer without winter.
In an old forest, where trolls and gnomes wandered,
There was a stone that moved and came to life.
Nine armed men on nine grey proud horses,
Bore a flag upon which the eye appeared.
Each night is a new darkness.
Each winter I freeze,
And yet never shall I cry,
For proud I did ride times behind
Out of the deep forest
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