Dynfari - Bikarinn

Poem: Bikarinn (The Chalice) by Icelandic poet Jóhann Sigurjónsson (1880-1919)

This is the 7th track from Dynfari's album "The Four Doors of the Mind" released by Code666 Records (Aural Music) in 2017

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Bikarinn

Einn sit ég yfir drykkju
aftaninn vetrarlangan,
ilmar af gullnu glasi
gamalla blóma angan.

Gleði, sem löngu er liðin,
lifnar í sálu minni.
Sorg sem var gleymd og grafin,
grætur í annað sinni.

Bak við mig bíður dauðinn,
ber hann hendi styrkri
hyldjúpan næturhimin
helltan fullan af myrkri.

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The Chalice

Alone I hit the bottle
The long winter night
Scents of a golden glass
An old flower‘s fragrance

A joy, that long has withered
Vivifies in my soul.
A sorrow, forgotten and buried
Weeps a second time.

Behind me, death awaits,
carrying in his hands
the abysmal night sky
poured to the brim with darkness