Friðþæging Blýþungra Hjartna
Misþyrming Lyrics


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Dans örvinglaðra anda
Undir festingu fjörvana stjarna.
Ellin dregur dauðann á langinn.
Aðframkomið hold
Verður frjóvgandi mold
Fyrir ættliði volaðra ævidaga.
Þeir þrá að sleppa frá eymd sinni
En stjörnurnar reynast of fjarlægar...

Ættliður helgra afglapa, velkist í frelsarans nafni.
Hátt stíga eldar í neðra, uppljómun morugra hvela.
Tár iðrunar falla til fóta, friðþæging blýþungra hjartna.
Fár volaðra lima og anda, skuggsjá hins himneska Herra.

Vonin smýgur þeim úr greipum,
Uppljómun spírals blýþungra hjartna
óslitin hringganga helgispjalla
Um ókomna tíð.
Aðframkomið hold
Verður frjóvgandi mold
Fyrir ættliði volaðra ævidaga.
Eldur, hlána, járn, kal




Og þreifandi myrkur er það
Sem koma skal.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Misþyrming's song Friðþæging blýþungra hjartna, translate to “The Peaceful End of the Bleak-hearted.” The song talks about the concept of hope, of being freed from misery and pain. The first stanza sets the scene of a party under a distant star, where the spirit of dancing prevails. However, the feeling of death lingers, and the body keeps moving forward, becoming fertile soil for the future.


The second stanza references the hopefulness of the holy and speaks of the upsurge of burning flames below the dark sky. Tears of repentance fall from people who want to be freed from their pain. It also speaks of the few souls that have been granted the ability to connect with the divine.


The third stanza talks about the power of hope that frees people from despair, evoking a spiral glow from the heart of the hopeless. It also speaks of the cycle of life and the arrival of tools and darkness that is to come.


In summary, the song talks about the hope for a better tomorrow, for a peaceful end to the pain and misery of the bleak-hearted.


Line by Line Meaning

Dans örvinglaðra anda
In the spirit of the dancing auroras


Undir festingu fjörvana stjarna.
Under the grip of distant stars.


Ellin dregur dauðann á langinn.
Exhaustion draws death nearer.


Aðframkomið hold
The advancing flesh


Verður frjóvgandi mold
Becomes fertile soil


Fyrir ættliði volaðra ævidaga.
For generations of destined life.


Þeir þrá að sleppa frá eymd sinni
They long to escape their suffering


En stjörnurnar reynast of fjarlægar...
But the stars seem too far away...


Ættliður helgra afglapa, velkist í frelsarans nafni.
Generations of holy fools, growing in the name of the Savior.


Hátt stíga eldar í neðra, uppljómun morugra hvela.
Fires rise high below, illuminating the dark hills.


Tár iðrunar falla til fóta, friðþæging blýþungra hjartna.
Tears of repentance fall to the ground, pacifying troubled hearts.


Fár volaðra lima og anda, skuggsjá hins himneska Herra.
Few members of the chosen, shadows of the heavenly Lord.


Vonin smýgur þeim úr greipum,
Hope slips from their grasp


Uppljómun spírals blýþungra hjartna
The illumination of spiraling, troubled hearts


óslitin hringganga helgispjalla
Endless cycles of sacred conversations


Um ókomna tíð.
About times yet to come.


Eldur, hlána, járn, kal
Fire, stones, iron, cold


Og þreifandi myrkur er það
And palpable darkness is what


Sem koma skal.
Will come.




Writer(s): d.g.

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