Eivør "Heksen" lyrics

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Heksen

1641,en novembermorgen.Tågen smyger sig om Ribe byog om domkirkens klokketårn.Tunger af ildunder horisontens mørke skyog hanerne galerover Ribe by-og klokkerne, de ringer.

Alle sognets klokker ringer,ringer for en ny dag.Det er idag at heksen skal brænde,brænde på sin stag.Vognene skumler gennem byenover broen ud over engens græsde kører ned til bålet,der er betalt for toogtyve læs-og klokkerne, de ringer.

Og så kommer kærren ud,kærren hvor hun står,medens vinden blæser,blæser i hendes hår.Hun har været på pinebænkenhvor hver tap i hjulet tæller tiden ned,der hvor helvedeer en evighed.-og klokkerne, de ringer.

Heksen skal brænde! Heksen skal brænde!Hun hører stemmerne, hun seralle disse ansigter som hun kendtemen ikke kender mer.Hun har været på pinebænkenhvor hver tap i hjulet tæller tiden ned,der hvor helvedeer en evighed-og klokkerne, de ringer.

Der bliver stille, bålet knitrerog røgen driver sorthen over mængden der står og stirrerind ad helvedes port.Så spredes de,båndet der bandtbrister som ved et trylleslagog der er et stort hul midt iblandt demsom alle flygter fra- og klokkerne, de ringer.

Så kalder domkirkens klokkerog alle søger derhentil et sted hvor fælles skyldbli'r til fælles retfærd igen.Og kirkens klokker, de ringersjælene ind i sit favntagog over de bøjede hovedervelsigner præsten denne dag-og klokkerne, de ringer.

The Witch

1641a November morningthe fog clings around the town of Ribeand around the cathedral's bell tower.Tongues of fireunder the horizon's dark skyand the roosters crowover the town of Ribe- and the bells, they toll.

All the parishes' bells toll,they toll for a new day.It is today the witch shall burn,burn on her stake.The wagon grumbles though the townover the bridge out over the meadow's grassthey drive down to the stake,which is paid for twenty-two loads-and the bells, they toll.

And so the cart comes out,the cart on which she stood,while the wind blows,blows through her hair.She has been on the rackwhere every cog on the wheel counted down the time,where hellis an eternity.-and the bells, they toll.

The witch shall burn! The witch shall burn!She hears the voices, she seesall those faces she knewbut doesn't recognise any more.She has been on the rackwhere every cog on the wheel counted down the time,where hellis an eternity.-and the bells, they toll.

It becomes quiet, the fire cracklesand the smoke drifts blackdown over the crowd that stood and staredin at Hell's gate.And so they scattered,the fetters that bound,they burst as if by magic,and there is a big gap in their midstthat all run away from-and the bells, they toll.

And so the cathedral's bells calland all make forthe place where shared blameturns into shared righteousness again.And the church's bells, they callthe souls into its embraceand over the bent the headsblesses the priest that day-and the bells, they toll.

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