Je suppose que c'est écris avec du vieil anglais.
Voici les textes en question :
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At the end of my days, many a man my might hath known
as I broke all their shields, and warded off swords.
Dead should I be, as fell corpse in the soil,
yet alive here I stand, as old tree of white leaves.
Hear me now, Einherjar! No more winters I shall see,
neither iron nor steel have broken this tree.
For no warrior of honour may have lived this far,
alright suggest now my death, Einherjar!
And the first Einheri said: Good is thy question
and answered it is:
Earth serve you as bed as you crawl in your grave,
for soil welcomes roots of the trees that were brave.
And the second Einheri said: Good is thy question
and answered it is:
On the billows' road sail, may waters grant your plea,
for heroes find peace from the dirge of the sea.
And the third Einheri said: Good is thy question
and answered it is:
On a pyramid of embers from a hundred birch-trees,
may fire bear your ashes for your release.
as I broke all their shields, and warded off swords.
Dead should I be, as fell corpse in the soil,
yet alive here I stand, as old tree of white leaves.
Hear me now, Einherjar! No more winters I shall see,
neither iron nor steel have broken this tree.
For no warrior of honour may have lived this far,
alright suggest now my death, Einherjar!
And the first Einheri said: Good is thy question
and answered it is:
Earth serve you as bed as you crawl in your grave,
for soil welcomes roots of the trees that were brave.
And the second Einheri said: Good is thy question
and answered it is:
On the billows' road sail, may waters grant your plea,
for heroes find peace from the dirge of the sea.
And the third Einheri said: Good is thy question
and answered it is:
On a pyramid of embers from a hundred birch-trees,
may fire bear your ashes for your release.
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A sable tomb, gigantic, statue-crowned
Stands gazing out across the Sea of Ghosts
Under an azure sky, in whose dark corridors
Impearled as 'gainst a starry Skyrim night
by candles flicker white, the Einherjar howl;
And tawny shadows fingered long are made
In fretted bars upon the stony walls
By massy trees rock-rooted in the shade
Like stony chiselled pillars of the vault
With shaft and capital of living rock.
There slow forgotten days for ever reap
The silent shadows counting out rich hours;
And no voice stirs; and all the ancient Draugr
Grey, cold and soundless, ever stand and sleep.
Stands gazing out across the Sea of Ghosts
Under an azure sky, in whose dark corridors
Impearled as 'gainst a starry Skyrim night
by candles flicker white, the Einherjar howl;
And tawny shadows fingered long are made
In fretted bars upon the stony walls
By massy trees rock-rooted in the shade
Like stony chiselled pillars of the vault
With shaft and capital of living rock.
There slow forgotten days for ever reap
The silent shadows counting out rich hours;
And no voice stirs; and all the ancient Draugr
Grey, cold and soundless, ever stand and sleep.
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A stranger comes
and stands without;
Lofty he is
to look upon,
And, prince, thyself
he fain would see.
Of men thou shalt be
on earth the mightiest,
And higher famed
than all the heroes;
Free of gold-giving,
slow to flee,
Noble to see,
and sage in speech.
and stands without;
Lofty he is
to look upon,
And, prince, thyself
he fain would see.
Of men thou shalt be
on earth the mightiest,
And higher famed
than all the heroes;
Free of gold-giving,
slow to flee,
Noble to see,
and sage in speech.
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O hearken now, animal Kings! What can this be now?
Soft as down and hard as horn, and white as glistening snow?
"That is a skeleton" said the Snake.
"That is the glacier" said the Eagle.
"That is the sea" said the Whale.
Soft as down and hard as horn, and white as glistening snow?
"That is a skeleton" said the Snake.
"That is the glacier" said the Eagle.
"That is the sea" said the Whale.
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O hearken now, animal Kings! What is that hampers mans wit,
By it becomes talkative, but other mens wits are mazed?
"That is ale" said the Snake.
"That is women" said the Eagle.
"That is pipe weed" said the Whale.
By it becomes talkative, but other mens wits are mazed?
"That is ale" said the Snake.
"That is women" said the Eagle.
"That is pipe weed" said the Whale.
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O hearken now, animal Kings! What are these, like sapling grow,
Roots turned towards Kyne's realm, their hearts frozen as snow?
"Those are icicles" said the Snake
"Those are Men" said the Eagle.
Roots turned towards Kyne's realm, their hearts frozen as snow?
"Those are icicles" said the Snake
"Those are Men" said the Eagle.
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hearken now, animal Kings! Where does that forest grow,
it is cut on every day, and yet there is wood enow?
"That is Falkreath" said the Snake.
"That is a Nord's chin" said the Eagle.
it is cut on every day, and yet there is wood enow?
"That is Falkreath" said the Snake.
"That is a Nord's chin" said the Eagle.
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From below the dragon
dark comes forth,
Ahbromdiin flying
from Nithafjoll;
The bodies of men on
his wings he bears,
The serpent bright:
but now must I sink.
dark comes forth,
Ahbromdiin flying
from Nithafjoll;
The bodies of men on
his wings he bears,
The serpent bright:
but now must I sink.
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There was Lothar, in days of old,
ere Nords yet walked upon the mould
his power was reared in caverns' shade,
his hand was over glen and glade.
Of leaves his crown, his mantle green,
his cerulean eyes sharp and keen.
In after-days, when to the shore
of Tamriel from ye old Atmore
the Companions in might returned
and banners flew and Elves burned.
And there was Lothar, on frozen sand
looking far to mist-clad land,
when Whale, Snake and Hawk
appeared to him. "Now hear us talk!
You may cross the cold sea if you so desire,
yet the favour of the tides you must acquire.
Halls you shall build, order you'll bring,
but first to us three a question you'll sing".
And thus Lothar sung, with mighty deep voice
Each of the animals giving one choice:
"What beast is it which all brave men wear,
and wards off blows, like immovable bear,
goes against spears, life-giving if borne,
against lords' left hand it lays its form?"
And the Snake said: "That is the dagger, bringer of woes"
And the Hawk said: "That is the sword, killer of foes"
And the Whale said: "That is the shield, bulwark to wrath"
Only one animal bears the right path.
ere Nords yet walked upon the mould
his power was reared in caverns' shade,
his hand was over glen and glade.
Of leaves his crown, his mantle green,
his cerulean eyes sharp and keen.
In after-days, when to the shore
of Tamriel from ye old Atmore
the Companions in might returned
and banners flew and Elves burned.
And there was Lothar, on frozen sand
looking far to mist-clad land,
when Whale, Snake and Hawk
appeared to him. "Now hear us talk!
You may cross the cold sea if you so desire,
yet the favour of the tides you must acquire.
Halls you shall build, order you'll bring,
but first to us three a question you'll sing".
And thus Lothar sung, with mighty deep voice
Each of the animals giving one choice:
"What beast is it which all brave men wear,
and wards off blows, like immovable bear,
goes against spears, life-giving if borne,
against lords' left hand it lays its form?"
And the Snake said: "That is the dagger, bringer of woes"
And the Hawk said: "That is the sword, killer of foes"
And the Whale said: "That is the shield, bulwark to wrath"
Only one animal bears the right path.
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What grievous terror, what dread guard
hath Windir set to wait, and barred
his doors against all entering feet?
Long ways you have come at last to meet
the very hall of death that opes
between you and our quest! Yet hopes
you hever had. No turning back!"
Three beasts speaks, as in your track
they halt and see with hungry eyes
afar the horror inside of you lies.
If reckless warrior of north dares
to venture inside, not far he fares
if guidance gains notte of one of the three
beasts of the gates. The Canticle tree
the first beast seeks, fur and wings
carry its body as knowledge it brings
of yon Elder Scrolls, warding the eyes
of unprepared youths. Of brim
stone the lungs, the second grim
beast glides with scaled black
wings, dark sharp spikes its back
grows, bane of all men, ere all
Kingdoms rised forth. Nights fall
where third beast hunts unbound
from all rulers, on its hunting ground
all hunters will fall. Lay down your path,
wanderer strong, or face their wrath.
hath Windir set to wait, and barred
his doors against all entering feet?
Long ways you have come at last to meet
the very hall of death that opes
between you and our quest! Yet hopes
you hever had. No turning back!"
Three beasts speaks, as in your track
they halt and see with hungry eyes
afar the horror inside of you lies.
If reckless warrior of north dares
to venture inside, not far he fares
if guidance gains notte of one of the three
beasts of the gates. The Canticle tree
the first beast seeks, fur and wings
carry its body as knowledge it brings
of yon Elder Scrolls, warding the eyes
of unprepared youths. Of brim
stone the lungs, the second grim
beast glides with scaled black
wings, dark sharp spikes its back
grows, bane of all men, ere all
Kingdoms rised forth. Nights fall
where third beast hunts unbound
from all rulers, on its hunting ground
all hunters will fall. Lay down your path,
wanderer strong, or face their wrath.
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We have greatly fought,
o'er the Goths do we stand
By our blades laid low,
like eagles on branches;
Great our fame though we die
today or tomorrow;
None outlives the night
when the Norris have spoken.
o'er the Goths do we stand
By our blades laid low,
like eagles on branches;
Great our fame though we die
today or tomorrow;
None outlives the night
when the Norris have spoken.
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The wind of winter winds his horn;
the misty veil is rent and torn.
The wind dies; the ghastly choirs
leap in the silent cave to fires,
whose voice comes as bitter-cold breath
through domes of frozen death.
the misty veil is rent and torn.
The wind dies; the ghastly choirs
leap in the silent cave to fires,
whose voice comes as bitter-cold breath
through domes of frozen death.
