Gandkvæði Tróndar

This is the words to the poem my cleric's name is from, written by Janus Djurhuus, both in Faroese and English:

Gandkvæði Tróndar

Hevjið í homrum
Harðmælta kvæðIð,
Villu valkyrjur,
Vetrarins børn,
Tit mínar frælsu,
Froysandi hvirlur,
Føddar av ódn.

Hastið í hernað
Hamranmna døtur,
Vekið til veldis
Vilt glaðustrok;
Gravið frá grunni
Goysandi orrusturok.

Ramar eg risti
Rúnir, Ið rinda
Ravni ræ.
Sanna skal Sigmundur,
Tróndur trøllsterkur kvað.

Verjast skal valhøll,
Ið vølvur veittu
Miklum norðlanda monnum til mið.
Eydnast at inna
Ei skal Signumdi
Eystlanda sið.

Fjallfríðu Føroyar,
Ramasta rúnin,
Ritað av gudum
Um einstakra rætt!
Trygdareið Tróndur
Hann treystligt at verja
Svór síni ætt.

Hevjið í homrum
Harðmælta kvæðIð,
Villu valkyrjur
Veiti mær vørn.
Fram móti Sigmundi
Skip hansar sorandi,
Land honum forðandi,
Fram móti kristni
Kirkjurnar brótandi,
Tróndur til Tórs og til Óðins er blótandi,
Høgt kvøður heiðin ørn.

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Trond's Magical Chantings

Raise the roar
of rage from the rocks,
wild valkyries
from winter born,
fly my freeborn
furious whirlwinds,
born in the storm.

Ride in rage
daughters of rocks,
wake up the wildest
waves of the sea,
raise from the sea-beds
raving madness and fear.

I carve ruthless
runes that reach
the ravens rape.
Sigmund shall suffer,
Trond the sorcerer sang.

Stand up for Valhall,
granted by gods,
to the great Norsemen as ultimate bait.
Sigmund shall never
succeed to impose
the East-landers faith.

Mountainous Faeroes
the ranciest runes
written by gods
about human rights!
Oath of allegiance
Trond made in truth
for all in his sight

Raise the roaring
rage from the rocks,
wild valkyries
protect my rights.
Storm against Sigmund,
ship wreck his vessels,
keep him from land.
Storm Christianity,
churches and vanity,
Trond prays for Thor's and Odin's insanity,
the heathen eagle fares high.

I need to say this, but that poem is sweet!