Drýsill [English translation]

He is finally lying in the ground

Yet still he is grinning

Reminded you of the beating and the swelling was blue

Hand glued to the shovel

The blood is coagulated

You walk away [from] the dark valley he made

Lived in the cave

The demon in the guise of a prince drew you in

A black look

With a smile on his lips and an expression of satisfaction that salted the wounds

The farewell is tender

Because his kiss on [her] lips reminded her of being beaten with leather

A secret word

He played there until his bones and soul creaked

Hidden in the dirt

Now he dwells in shadow, cold and sorrow

The wolf was

In the innermost fortress, he carried the halberd

There was no hope

Before the shield was lifted and you drew your sword