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Darkthrone unofficial translations

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Here are the unofficial translations of DARKTHRONE Norwegian lyrics, taken from "Under A Funeral Moon", "Transilvanian Hunger" and "Total Death". I don't know who the author of these translations is, but his work used to feature on the webpage of Nordens Skalder (http://www.nordensskalder.altervista.org/).

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Under A Funeral Moon

[INN I DE DYPE SKOGERS FAVN]

.IN THE DEEP FORESTS' EMBRACE

There goes a road over the mountain
In the deep forests' embrace
Farms here suffered a cruel destiny
Many ravens mourned by the corpses' burning

Pest trod the Norwegian land
From sea over land to another sea
With heavy steps it went
In the deep forests' embrace

Death in black froze the soul
Weakened the skin under a northern sky

There goes a road over the mountain
In the deep forests' embrace
Slowly wandering leads me
In the dark forest's realm

To find a place old and forgotten
From a lonely, black and endless night....

Transilvanian Hunger (6)

[EN ÅS I DYPE SKOGEN]

.A HILL 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 the stone.
Silently they rode towards it,

and disappear when they arrived
For stones were 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.

Transilvanian Hunger (5)

[I EN HALL MED FLESK OG MJØD]

.IN A HALL WITH PORK AND MEAD

In an old ash hung a nosecold 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 there came.

North of the trolly cape was a place of mist far down.
Rows of Norse sons wandered thither north and nie.
None in lack of grave and none in lack of sons,
For they went by fire and pestilence there to the beds of the coldhouse.

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 song each heathen old feast
Aye! still the feasts are held among the faithful sons of Od.

Transilvanian Hunger (4)

[GRAVEN TÅKEHEIMENS SALER]

.THE GRAVE IN THE MISTHOUSE HALLS

Naberg arose,

close by Mannaheimen garden
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 the betterment of tomorrow are sung.
Songs of our fellow man,

no songs about the best.
Deceit and lies has gained its 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,

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 man.
For they assured themselves a seat,

in an unborn tragic heaven,
They wandered north and nie,

they rot in Hell's peace

Transilvanian Hunger (3)

[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

Transilvanian Hunger (2)

[SKALD AV SATANS SOL]

.SCALD OF SATAN'S SUN

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' flight

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.

Transilvanian Hunger (1)

[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 held 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 niggers pound too heavily on our door

Total Death

[TOTAL DEATH]

.RAVENCHASM (RAVNAJUV)

.RAVENCHASM

In the deep chasm,

a place in the Nordic lands
Numberless they gather together
With ravenwings
They act war councils
For times to come
They remind of the pestilence

and heathen age
At the beginning of times
They want to formule the end of times
Bearer of pain
Bearer of hate
Bearer of despise
Bearer of heathen age.