Enslaved - Brisinghamen Lyrics
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Brisinghamen
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What Are The Lyrics For Brisinghamen By Enslaved?
Einsam ho gret, den vakraste av alle
Fanga og låst I ei sorg ingen skjøner Gleden forsvann langt, langt der ute. Ei brennande lyst, en ingen håp. Ho lengtar heim, men finn ingen veg. Ein sorgfull lagnad gøymt bak eit smil. Mardol do fagre for fred do blei ofra Do solgte din lekam, men fann ingen trøyst. Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for deg Gern do ga deg hen, og slokka mangt Eit begjær. Men, framleis drypp Det om natta gull frå dine auge. Frøya, od skal do finna når alt er forbi Då skal do bli sluppen fri. Inntil den dag finn do inga trøyst. Sjøl ikkje I glitrande Brisinghamen. English translate: Brisinghamen In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive Joy vanished far out there Burning desire, but no hope She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were You sold your flesh, but found no comfort That which glitters does not bring you peace Gern you devoted yourself And consumed many desire. But, still in the night, Gold is dripping from your eyes. Frõya, Od you shall find when everything ends Then you shall be set free Until that day you shall find no comfort Not even in the shining Brisinghamen |
Who Wrote Brisinghamen By Enslaved?
Kjetil Grutle, Peerson Ivar Skontorp, Roy Kronheim, Kronheim Roy, Skontorp Peersen Ivar
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What's The Duration Of The Brisinghamen By Enslaved?The duration of Brisinghamen is 3:32 minutes and seconds. |
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