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Svartsot : Kilden - I Marker og i Lunde

Artist: Svartsot Song title: Kilden – I Marker og I Lunde ISRC: HUA631400195 Music: Cris J. S. Frederiksen Lyrics: James H. Atkin, translated by Cris J. S. Frederiksen Album: Vældet Year: 2015 www.svartsot.dk www.facebook.com/svartsot www.reverbnation.com/svartsot English translation: Kilden – I Marker og i Lunde (The Spring – In Fields and in Groves) Come, fair maid, and plough with me And merry was the farmer For I must sew my seed today In fields and in groves The ice and snow had melted, the long awaited thaw And Spring breathed warmly, so Winter had to die Once again the good folk could enjoy the earth’s fruits And toiled in the fields from dawn to evening red Thither lived a farmer, a foul and sinful man A rich man was he – he owned much land There was a girl on the farm, a beauty beyond compare And just as beautiful as she was, so pious was she Come, fair maid, and plough with me And wily was the farmer For I must sew my seed today In fields and in groves Come; strip your young body for me And lustful was the farmer For I must sew my seed today In fields and in groves Uninterrupted, she did her chores, from early morn until dark-fall And when the day was over, she hid herself in the barn’s hayloft Uninterrupted he watched everything the girl did And dreamt of what he’d do, if only she were a wretched whore “Come with me, my fair maid, spring green is the shade of the grass The first furrow must be ploughed now; the seed must enter the earth’s womb The weather is so mild now, for the sun crowns the blue heavens You have no need for robes, the wind is no longer raw You are so fine, that I have seen And you could be my queen, although I am your lord No-one needs to know what has happened I know a secret place where we can be” “I know you have stared at me; that I have seen I am so young, and God is my lord My virtue is dear to me, I will not be led astray I would rather die than lose my honour To you!” His longing was awoken; he would not be denied He threw her to the ground and entered her whilst she flailed His wrath was awoken; he took her whilst she screamed She could not stop his thrusting, his wild game ”Calm down, you mare, take it like the bitch you are I free you of the bonds of your piety’s paltry glow I’ll take you when I want, as I own you Your God cannot hear you, little he respects you” She still wouldn’t give up; she struggled with all her might She tore at his skin whilst she was deprived of her virginity She scratched at his eyes, hit his jaw sharply He did not notice that she struck him – it made him resolute When he finally stopped and his lust was cool again He tried in vain to assuage her heartache The girl cried with bitter words, and whilst she shook The farmer grabbed her thin neck and crushed her skull There she lay abandoned, shattered and dead From beneath her body a well sprang fourth The years went by and an elder tree took root It showed the way to the spring, which streamed from its foot He ploughed and he sewed And lustful was the farmer He hurt the young maid In fields and in groves There remained her pious spirit And lustful was the farmer So life itself may be saved In fields and in groves