Fedrekult

Med knudabogje ove knudaheio

Vandre eg groblande i lomelands and

Du va min bror, men du tapte trua

Te helvede i fra helleland

Va gjildt a hoyra at du fant deg el kana

Diverre e hu pera au

Kjettarsk faenskab tvers igjona

Ja, for meg e du fortsatt dau

[With knotted book over knotted head

I wandered in the woods in Lomeland

You were my brother, but you lost your faith

The Hell from Helleland

It was worth hearing that you found yourself in the river

You are different from the other people

Heretical infidelity across the river

Yes, to me you are still dead]

For det e far mod san

Og bror mod bror

Ein evig splid

I spodervoll sine spor

[Because it's father against son

And brother against brother

Eternal strife

In Spodervøll's tracks]

Va vondt a hoyra at du musta frua

Eg sko ha vore der og holdt di hand

Men da matte eg skilt meg, sa alle fekk sja

Du veid eg e for gammale for sant

Meg og deg konne reist rondt om i heimane

Sodde og drost om det einaste nodvendige

Guds naades huusholdning

Sprenglarde og sjolsikre

Men satan hadde andre plana for

Det vil aldri skje

[It hurt to hear that you lost your wife

I wish I could have been there and held your hand

But then I had to get a divorce, so everyone could see

You know I'm too old for the truth

You and I could have traveled around the world

Sat and discussed only the essentials

The stewardship of God's grace

Blastproof and waterproof

But Satan had other plans

That will never happen]

At meg og deg

Legge oksa ner

Og finne fred

Det e alt for moje strev

[That you and I

Lay the oxen down

And find peace

It's all too much work]

Og bror mod bror

E far mod san

Ein fedrekult

I spodervold sine spor

[And brother against brother

And father against son

A father cult

In Spodervøld's tracks]