SKÁLD - Fimbulvetr (Official Music Video)

SKÁLD’s new album « Huldufólk » available on pre-order: Follow SKÁLD: Youtube: Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: VK: TikTok: Music: Christophe Voisin-Boisvinet Text: Christophe Voisin-Boisvinet / Snorri Sturluson Peermusic France Jaufré Darroux: harp, lyre François Taillefer: percussion Thomas Coeuriot: vielle, cello Pierrick Valence: nordic fiddles Antoine Cathala: backing vocals Christophe Voisin-Boisvinet: percussion, programming, dulcimer Video director: DIE FRAU Production: Croissants Show Lyrics: Ek man eftir Fimbulvetr Þá drífr snær ór öllum áttum, Frost mikil ok vindar hvassir at vetr sá kemr. Þeir vetr fara þrír saman ok ekki sumar milli, Ek man eftir Fimbulvetr vindöld, vargöld, Sól tér sortna, hann er a hverian veg, at vetr sá kemr. Hann hefir arnarham, en er hann beinir flug, þá standa vindar undan vængjum hans. x2 “Hvaðan kemr vindr? þá má eigi sjá hann, Hvaðan kemr vindr? “Hvaðan kemr vindr? þá má eigi sjá hann, því er hann undarliga skapaðr.“ Ek man eftir Fimbulvetr Þá drífr snær ór öllum áttum, Frost mikil ok vindar hvassir at vetr sá kemr. Hann hefir arnarham, en er hann beinir flug, þá standa vindar undan vængjum hans. x2 “Kári, Logi, reiði jötnar, Hraesvelg blæst“ x4 Sér hon upp koma öðru sinni jörð ór ægi iðjagræna, falla forsar, flýgr örn yfir, sá er á fjalli fiska veiðir. Translation: I remember Great winter snow was drive from all quarters, frosts were be great then, and winds sharp. This winter will come back. “Three winters in succession, and no summer between.“ I remember Great winter wind-time, wolf-time, the sun grows dark, from the four wind areas. This winter will come back. He is clad in eagles’ plumes, and when he spreads his wings, the winds arise from under them. x2 “Whence comes the wind? it cannot be seen. Whence comes the wind? Whence comes the wind? it cannot be seen. it’s wonderfully made.“ I remember Great winter snow was drive from all quarters, frosts were be great then, and winds sharp. This winter will come back. He is clad in eagles’ plumes, and when he spreads his wings, the winds arise from under them. x2 “Kári, Logi, wrath of the giants, Hraesvelg is blowing.“ x4 Now she sees the earth anew rise all green from the waves again, the cataracts fall, and the eagle flies, and fish he catches beneath the cliffs. #skald #vikingsmemories #fimbulvetr