REGIN SMIÐUR

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Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Hundings synir í randargný
Teir skaðan gørdu har
Eitur var í svørinum
Teir bóru móti mær

Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Fávnir eitur ormurin
Á Glitrarheiði liggur
Regin er ein góður smiður
Fáum er hann dyggur

Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Hann var sær á leikvøllum
Ímillum manna herjar
Rívur upp eikikelvi stór
Hann lemjir summar til heljar

Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Instrumental

Eystantil undri heyginum
Ið dreingir eyka tal
Dimmur er hesin dapri dagur
Niður í mold at fara

Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Har kom maður á vøllin fram
Eingin ið hann kendi
Síðan hatt á høvdi bar
Og finskan boga í hendi

Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Har kom maður á vøllin fram
Hann vá við eggjateini
Eyga hevði hann eitt í heysi
Knept var brók at beini

Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Ormurin er skriðin av gullinum
Tað man frættast víða
Sjúrður setist á Granar bak
Hann býr seg til at ríða

Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

REGIN BLACKSMITH

Will you now listen
Whilst I will sing.
About the rich kings
That I will now speak of

Chorus
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

Hundings sons at war,
They did damage there
Poison was in the sword,
They carried against me

Chorus
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

Fafnir is the name of the dragon
That lies on the Glittering Heath
Regin is a good blacksmith,
To few is he faithful

Chorus
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

He was on the fields of play,
Rages amongst men
He tears up large oak trunks,
He maims some to Hell

Chorus
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

Instrumental

On the eastern side under the mound
Where heroes grow in numbers
Dark is this sad day
Down in mould to go

Chorus
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

A man stepped forward upon the field
No one knew him
He had a wide hat on his head,
And a Finnish bow in his hand

Chorus
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

A man stepped forward upon the field
Raging with his sword
He had one eye
And trouser legs were buttoned

Chorus
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

The dragon has slithered of the gold,
It is rumoured widely
Sigfried seats himself on Greyfells back,
He prepares himself to ride

Chorus
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold away from the heath

KOWAL REGIN

Zechciejcie słuchać
gdy zaśpiew moj krasny
o jarlach wam opowie
w sposob krzepki a jasny

Chorus
Daleko od wrzośca wiezie Greyfel skarby
w gniewie szabliscie sie miota
Zygfryd co smoki bierze w karby
Greyfel co na statku wnostwo wiezie zlota

W boju Hundinga synowie
strat wielkich przyczyną
miecze ich w trupiej osnowie
przeciw mnie jadem się ślinią

Chorus

Fafnir imie to smocze
na polach leży rosą zroszoną
Regin to kowal-lepszego nie zocze
wierny swym kompanionom

Chorus

Na polu zabaw przebywa
igra pośród mężów swarnych
wyrwidębem lud go nazywa
wielu posłał do czelusci czarnych

Chorus

Instrumental

Pod kopcem po wschodniej stronie
gdzie bohaterow mrowie
wieczny mrok ma nas w obronie
gotowi by spocząć w rowie

Chorus

Po polu kroczący człowiek
nikomu nieznany
szeroką czapke ma na głowie
i łuk z cisu ciosany

Chorus

Po polu człowiek kroczący
w ręku miecz miotany
jednym okiem łypiący
a spodzień ma pikowany

Chorus

Smok na bogactwach spoczywa nielada
jak plotka szeroko głosi
Zygfryd na Greyfela tyłach zasiada
na rajd sie szykuje a fala łódź nosi

Chorus