Belus Død
Burzum
Death of Belus
The seer climbs up the tree
finds the earth's old pain there
cuts it down in autumn's peace,
with scissors, carves out its heart
Oak leaves fall to the ground
The seer calls the spirits!
Oak leaves drop to the earth
The seer chants his magic verses!
The onion is laid in linen
sacred oak tree spirit
The seer secures the world's peace
fertility, sun power in hand!
Oak leaves fall to the ground
The seer calls the spirits!
Oak leaves drop to the earth
The seer chants his magic verses!
There is the sun's burning power
there is the earth's fertile sea
in the seer's mighty staff
in the lord's enchanted rod.
