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Old Man's Child English Translation


I was listening to some music with my wife, which, in turn, lead to looking up lyrics for some of the songs, and as it turns out finding English translations for old Norwegian black metal songs can be quite challenging.

The ones you do find, however, are made by putting the Norwegian lyrics (with typos and the æ ø å letters replaced with ae o and a into google translate)

This can cause some spectacularly bad translations as skal means shall/will, but skål means cheers, means “to die” and do means toilet, etc..

So without further adø, here are the only 3 Norwegian songs by Old Man’s Child, translated into somewhat intelligible English:

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Ferden Mot Fienden’s Land (Slaves Of The World)

Title: The journey towards the enemies lands

Norwegian English

Tiden har kommet

Nå skal tronen bli vår

Fylt med vårt hat

De skal slikke sine sår

I kaos og sorger

Ligger alle fortapt

Nå er din tid forbi

Alt det som var

Fra gammel tid tilbake

Skal vise oss vei

Mot mørket vi vandrer

Dit hvor tåken fører

Vi går imot sorgenes strømmer

Vi kriger om makt og alt som skal bli

Om ære og død vi alle mann drømmer

Jorden er vår blodet skal strømme

Ferden mot fienden's land går i takt med døden

Mot mørket vi vandrer dit hvor tåken fører

Når alt er forbi

Og tomheten seirer

Den sterke skal stå

Med ditt blod på sin hånd

The time has come

Now the throne shall be ours

Filled with our hatred

They will lick their wounds

In chaos and sorrows

Everyone lies doomed

Now your time is past

All that was

From ancient times

Will show us the way

Towards the darkness, we wander

Where the fog leads

We go against the currents of sorrow

We fight for power and everything that will be

Of honour and death we all dream

The earth is ours, the blood will flow

The journey towards the enemy's land keeps pace with death

Towards darkness, we wander where the fog leads

When everything is passed

And emptiness’ victorious

The strong will stand

With your blood on their hand

Manet Sorgfull Igjennom Skogen (In The Shades Of Life)

Title: Evoked sorrowfull through the forest

Norwegian English

Tårer faller som tungt høstregn, i et kaldt desemberlandskap. Tårer for min stolthet og min verdighet.

På min ferd inn i ensomheten, inn i skogens mørke. Til mine sorgers opphav jeg går, i skam.

Jeg fylles av satans makter, og en dyster harmfull fred. I et kall fra hans land, jeg skal synke i dødens vann, og fare med strømmene mot dødens land.

Hun slikker mine kinn, mens døden lokker kan jeg skimte hans rike. Triste øyne og spake stemmer, følg min dragning mot gravens kalde mørke.

Tårer faller som tungt høstregn, i et kaldt desemberlandskap. Tårer for min stolthet og min verdighet.

Så i mørket skal vi atter reises for krig mot lyset, vi skal herje, jagende vårt bytte. Som en storm skal vi rive i filler hans rike, under mørkets klinge skal vi dø.

I en tapper krig, aldri stride mere, kom drikk mine tårer. Og mot din grotte vandre.

I din grotte vi skal rå.

På min ferd inn i ensomheten, inn imot skogens mørke. Til mine sorgers opphav jeg går, med hat.

Hun fuktet mine lepper, mens døden lokker har jeg nådd ditt rike.

Triste øyne og spake stemmer, følg min dragning mot gravens kalde mørke.

Tears fall like heavy autumn rain, in a cold December landscape. Tears for my pride and my dignity.

On my journey into loneliness, into the darkness of the forest. To the origin of my sorrows I go, in shame.

I am filling with the powers of Satan, and a dreary, embittered peace. In a call from his land, I will sink into the water of death, and venture with the currents towards the land of death.

She licks my cheeks, while death entices I can glimpse his kingdom. Sad eyes and docile voices, follow my attraction to the cold darkness of the grave.

Tears fall like heavy autumn rain, in a cold December landscape. Tears for my pride and my dignity.

So in the darkness we shall rise again for war against the light, we will ravage, chasing our prey. Like a storm we shall tear his kingdom to pieces, under the blade of darkness we shall die.

In a brave war, never battling again, come drink my tears. And wander towards your cave.

In your cave we will reign.

On my journey into loneliness, into the darkness of the forest. To the origin of my sorrows I go, with hatred.

She moistened my lips, while death entices I have reached your kingdom.

Sad eyes and docile voices, follow my pull towards the cold darkness of the gave.

Og Jeg Iakttok Dødsrikets Inntog (In The Shades Of Life)

Title: And I watched the arrival of the Realm of the Dead

Norwegian English

Kun opplyst av kveldsstjernen.

Ventende uten kjærlighet, uten varme død skal komme.

Så spill ut all mjød og legg fjellene øde.

Måtte deres ruiner bli meg en verdig grav.

Only illuminated by the evening star.

Waiting without love, without heat, death will come.

So pour out all the mead and lay the mountains desolate.

May their ruins be a worthy grave to me.


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