Album: Arv (2008)Fandens MælkebøtteI Tors Lysskær
grønnes Kaos
ved Myriadens Stiernehær
I Menneskens Huus,
slaaes nu Rod,
som en Gave fra Promethevs;
Jeg priser dig, Mælkebøtte
Skyll nu over mig
mod Plage og Sygdom
Spir og gro,
af Lysets Ve,
ligesom Fanden selv
Op med Helvedsmagt,
Skærsild gul,
Op!, op!, i al din Pragt;
blot slig Skønhed
og blot hin alene
kan stadig vares ved
Vi priser dig, Mælkebøtte
Skyll nu over os
mod Hunger og Nød
Spir og gro, af Lysets Føde,
ligesom Fanden selv
For trædet Skanken
og forsmædelig Fod
staaer du lige ranken
Først skærsildgul,
saa kiøldenshvid,
ligesaa i Iordens Bul
Under hvide Vinger bæres,
i enske Evighedens Traa,
gennem Stængelen Mælken gæres
til, tusind Diævelyngel smaae
Selv mod Ædder og Hakke
og mod Tidseliern
vil du ei sakke,
men du, til evig Tid,
skal staae som Vink
til Menneskens lid
Mod takked Rand,
mod Løvens Tand,
skal Sinder knuges;
af Skærsilds Blom
drives Lutring, drives Liv,
saa Freden holdes tom
Under hvide Vinger bæres,
i enske Evighedens Traa,
gennem Stængelen Mælken gæres
til, tusind Diævelyngel smaae
I Kosmos, en Streg,
Ordenen bugnes deraf
--et Kaoskræfters Pek:
i Vansindets Have
forvolder Udkrudtet
Tugten sig at tave
Jeg priser dig, Mælkebøtte
Skyll nu over mig
mod Plage og Sygdom
Spir og gro,
af Lysets Ve,
ligesom Fanden selv
[English translation:]
The Dandelion1
In Thor's glare2
Chaos sprouts
By the myriad's star-army
In human's house
It takes roots
Like a gift from Prometheus
I praise you, dandelion
Pour over me
Against torment and sickness
Grow and thrive
From the light's woe
Like the devil itself
Up with the infernal power,
Purgatory's gold,
Up! up! in all your splendour
Only such beauty
And only that alone
Can last forever
We praise you, dandelion
Pour over us
Against hunger and need
Grow and thrive
From the light's nourishment
Like the devil itself
Because of the treading shank
And the ignominious foot
You nevertheless stay erected
First purgatory's gold
So cold and white
In the earth's bole
Under white wings you're carried
In the wished eternity's desire
Through the stalk the milk is fermented
For thousand little devil-spawn
Against poison and pickax
And against thistle
You will not abate
But you forever
Shall stand as a sign
For the human's suffering
Against jagged edge
Against the leaf's prong
Mind will be wrung
By purgatory's bloom
Purification will be driven, life will be driven
So peace will be kept empty
Under white wings you're carried
In the wished eternity's desire
Through the stalk the milk is fermented
For thousand little devil-spawn
In cosmos, a stroke
Hence order bulged
A joke of the Chaos forces
In the ocean of madness
The weed causes damage
To tear up the chastisement
I praise you, dandelion
Pour over me
Against torment and sickness
Grow and thrive
From the light's woe
Like the devil itself
