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Dionysus

My name gnaws and my presence bites
Enough is enough1 when your strength dwindles
Evening creeps up on you when the longing sings
You fall down and my strength shoots up
 
Your crying makes me happy and your dreariness is sweet
Swallowed you whole and there's no glimmer
There is still hope though, someone will say
Oh how you'll keep quiet, when you're diseased and surrendered2
 
Knocked on the door, you caved in and opened [it]
You appear in the doorway and your fire seems to go out3
You stand at the tiller and aim for land
Your hands and mind are under my control
I have killed many with words and by force
 
I tear you down immediately and advise you4
Seeking light, we carry [it] down the chasm5
You drive me away when you hear the calls
Then I return with the power I'm wielding6
 
I have killed many with words and by force
My name is an addiction, its job is to destroy
You don't know me, so more often you'll find
The last straw will always win
 
My name gnaws and my presence bites
Enough is enough when your strength dwindles
Evening creeps up on you when the longing sings
You fall down and my strength shoots up
 

• 1. This is the line which seems to differ the most between what is written in the lyric book, and therefore in the lyrics as I've transcribed them there, and what is actually sung. I'm doubtful I've guessed entirely correctly that this is a) an idiom and b) what it means, but it's the translation that seems to make the most sense. Literally it would be 'enough is to have/be had when...'
• 2. I had to be quite liberal with some of these lines, this one literally being something like 'When the disease and surrender, yet/how you shall keep quiet'.
• 3. Though not 100% defined as such in the original lyrics, I would assume the fire to be the person's 'internal' fire, rather than one in the room/place they're in.
• 4. I don't think this fits very well either, but 'advise' is the only translation I can find for 'ræða frá'.
• 5. I was not completely certain that the verb here is 'bera niður' and not 'bera við', and couldn't make either make complete sense, so I've gone with the standard sense of 'bera' and niður as the direction in which it is happening. If anyone can help me make it more accurate, I'll be very grateful.
• 6. Literally 'driving', but 'wielding' makes more sense in English despite not being a normal translation of the verb.

Storm Traveller

Versions: #1
I move against the waves
I climb up a cliff
In the storm
 
I saw it ascend from the sea
This frigid rock
 
I have risen from the ashes,
My hoarfrost broken
And still powering through
 
In the freezing blizzard
I am a surfer
I am the storm traveller
 

Sick Shadow

What have I done?
One more trip,
Into shadows of a sick track
Now, I won't let go
 
Turn away now. Go your own way.
I hate you, you want to aggravate me
My last prayer is a smile,
A smile for salvation.
 
I was chained by my mind and soul
You slaughtered everything inside me
Ready to leave
Now, the strings play chords
 

Reputation

I presented to you my reputation on a silver platter
However, you didn't think it was enough
A rusty hook can still catch though
Why didn't you break it off earlier?
 
Help, help me
I see it in your eyes
 
We laughed out in the open so many times
I wanted nothing else
Your blinding beauty shone all over me
I curse myself now
 
Help, help me
I see it in your eyes
 
Over the sea you breeze again
Why can't you stay still?
This leaves me with deadly salt
Yet, I'll never return
 

Ebbing Away

Versions: #3
This is the furthest that I'll go.
Never the same person again.
The vile path calling now again,
the day I ran from life again.
 
If I win this one time,
it will still be the death of me.
My belief is that nothing goes well.
This is the end for me.
 
Day and night the sound was so soft,
Broken will, frozen smile.
Riding on, heart pumping tears.
Day and night I walk alone.
 
Bones rotting in the earth,
like your secrets
that you long kept from me.
But blood weighs more than silence.
 
Broken words, shards in your mouth,
cut deeper than any wound.
Broken vows will never be the same.
Lies like the viper's bite.
 
This is the furthest that I'll go.
Never the same person again.
 
If I win this one time,
it will still be the death of me.
My belief is that nothing goes well.
This is the end for me.
 
Day and night heart was uneased.
Broken will frozen smile.
Riding on, heart pumping tears.
Day and night I walk alone.
 
If I win this one time,
it will still be the death of me.
My belief is that nothing goes well.
This is the end for me.
 
Day and night heart was uneased.
Broken will frozen smile.
Riding on, heart pumping tears.
Day and night I walk alone.
 

Silver Fox

The voice. It whispers. The goblin,
prowling in the dark, that clever one,
threatens my soul. I never had hope.
Does he never tire, this idiot son of nothing?
 
He stomps on the floor, well-versed in the night
He never sleeps, he's never still
My mind bound in hell, I never had hope
A waking beast fathered this son.
 
It burns in my skin, the fury to end
My neck in a noose. I no longer fear faith.
My mind bound in hell, I never had hope
A waking beast fathered this son.
 

Nones

Sunbreak over night fields
a creeping relative of the night, stealing my soul's peace.
The silence heavy as blood,
a cracked note once beautiful
Silence in the kingdom of winter.
The darkness softens the faint golden light,
cold endows the warmth as night falls anew,
the night heavy as lead.
The snowdrift chokes the summerscent
Winter takes over.
Hope comes with spring
but lives no longer here in the month of Góa,
died in service,
pride killed the sick hope.
Silence in the kingdom of winter.
Twilight over our lives,
from the distance is the beautiful love, the harbinger of spring
the heart's hope,
now buried in snowdrifts.
Winter takes over.
Soft sounds of moss sleep in the deep winterdusk,
the dark-soft clouds eaten up by biting cold snow.
It sleeps ill dreams, in what color do you dream?
Does the night maybe creep in your mind?
I didn't find God in the old books,
nor happiness in a bottle, nothing won on my path
The evil dreamwalkers cut down to the feet
The conscience gnaws on the carcass of the soul in deep distress.
 

Corpse-Rose

I stare at your gray gravestone
The silence of your cold heart was so heavy
Wounds run angrily anew
You were fire in my breast
So frozen and the frost bit
The end of hope the beginning of pain
 
I stare at your gray gravestone
The silence of your cold heart was so heavy
 
All of your ugly words echo
Echoes in my mind
What hour is your heart's murder, yes, murder
Your warm love was so strange
You look at me silent
And now I ask some devil's mercy
 
I strew salt in an old wound
Wounds run angrily anew
Which tear is here today
Your faith and tongue were poison
Wounds run angrily anew
The silence of your cold heart was so heavy
 
All of your ugly words echo
Echoes in my mind
What hour is your heart's murder, yes, murder
Your warm love was so strange
You look at me silent
And now I ask some devil's mercy
 

Tilberi

To understand all the sorrows
and the dreams of men
but find no God
other than your rotting
 
I will neither bend nor beg
Because the dreams of my days
are ghosts of the night
 
The dusk-dark devil
rides a bloody, sick whale
Eternity spent in hell
is an ill death
 
We all to a one die,
Our scars like stitches
they hold us together
 
But the start of wretchedness is only wretchedness
And in death there is no glory
Not least of the soul
 

Under the glacier (dead flowers of winter)

The frozen ground breaks under my feet,
my cold pride burns in my heart
and old souls wander around here, under the glacier
like shadows of the past that died and live still.
They are the echoes of the mountains,
like sensitive summer flowers
on cold winter nights,
they wither, they wither and die.
They are the dead flowers of winter,
I lay frost roses on their path.
But the silence calls for my death
Did I come here to die?
Here until the sun is kold
and the wasteland endless,
here under the glacier
until the old souls wander,
here do I live
and here will I die.
 

Black Mountain

Never saw death coming in your eyes
Never saw anything but death, reflected on me
It holds tight to me and don't let me go
It keeps on
 
I never saw it born in you
Never saw it prowling to me
It crawled to me like a scentless gas
It crawled...
 
Oh, since I'm terrified
Oh, since I'm rash
Oh, since I'm tormented
Awe takes charge
 
Oh, since I became a man
Oh, since courage grew in me
I've pierced through the fear
I've silenced death's call
 
Never found sickness in you
Never found a lack of spirit in you
I'm crazy, driving on the gravel out into the emptiness
 
Never saw death coming in your eyes
Never saw anything but death, reflected on me
It's beautiful to me, it mocks me
Oh, so crafty
 
I dreamed so often of rising from the rust
In the fjord I beheld anew
By the root of the mountains, and by the cure of the glacier
And woke a second time
 
Never saw death coming in your eyes
Never saw anything but death, reflected on me
It holds tight to me and don't let me go
It keeps on
 

White Blanket

Between the sea and the mountain there's a town
A white blanket covers Súðavík
A monster rode from the inverted heaven
The northern bonfire howled
 
Cold fists beat blindly
Between stone and sledgehammer, home and hel
It crackled and cracked, a century shaken
Souls woke from their second sleep
 
Ice-cold hell, northern pit
Ice-cold hell, northern pit
The snow binds
The snow binds
 
Oh, mother, why?
Oh, mother, why?
Death wounds the town,
ashes, tears
 
A white blanket hides Súðavík
A white blanket hides Súðavík
Ruins, frozen tears
Ruins, frozen tears
 
A white blanket covers Flateyri
A white blanket covers Flateyri
Death, ashes, the town wounded
 
I woke, woke, woke in hell
He called, called, is anyone here living?
I called, I called, I called for my brother
I called I called, I called for my mother -