A keresés eredménye

Heimdall

Heimdall is the name of an Old Norse God

A Winter's Night

A dark, chilling winters night
Unsilently awoken by song and dance
From above rains the golden
arrows of Thor
Moonbeams enlighten the ring
Nine torches for those nine in the circle
Surrounded by nine shadows
For nine souls
In the middle, an altar of fire, soil,
Water and wind
Look, and behold yourself
 

Flight of Thought and Memory

The mourning self, center of all
The conqueror, weeping upon the throne
Seeing all, yet blind to the realm of dreams
 
Ruling all, yet deaf to the roars from within
A god of war assembling an army
A god of order, trembling in fear
 
The horse master breaches the branches
Riding as wisdom unfolds
The rune-wielder lurks in the shadows
Riding as the giants behold
 
The horse master breaches the branches
Riding as wisdom unfolds
The rune-wielder lurks in the shadows
Riding as the giants behold
 
A warrior's farewell to armors and spears
A shaman hangs from the gallows pole
Seeing all, close to the edge of reason
Ruling all, on wings above chasms of madness
 
An eye for the power and glory
An eye for the pain and despair
By the roots far below
The old one spoke
At the core of the earth
One shall seek
 
Eyes will be blinded
And truths will emerge
A flight for the thought
A flight for the memory
 
You find runes drawn and the meaning of staves
Very mighty staves, very strong staves,
Which the Fimbul-tul colored and high powers shaped
And Ragna-ropt carved
Do you know how to carve them?
Do you know how to council them?
Do you know how to tint them?
Do you know how to test them?
Do you know how to summon them?
Do you know how to surrender them?
Do you know how to send them?
Do you know how to stop them?
 

Deadhymn

Like an open wound
Who could endure
If I follow you, will I be like them?
 
-Standing tall, with the flag
Of the hanged ones
 
They were like the trees, lifeless
Did not speak, did not move
Cold hand, empty eye
(Mimir, do you hear this?)
 
It is a long journey, but are you growing tired?
Time stands still, everything else is dead
Blood and hymn
The god of corpses' sun shines in one
And everyone's face
 
Urd answers in echoes, what will you do?
Where is your hammer, Thurisaz calls

Nightmare

Fall in flames
Trapped under ice
Ridden by nightmares forever
 

The Ending Empire

The ending blue
Obscure and promising
In ancient red it orbits
 
That which once
White was black
 
Empires circles time
From other to one we go
 
Deceived to see eternity
If blinded
Silent nothingness
The mountains are moved
From the stars

Forgotten

The silence inside this place is screaming
Here, were the roses never wither, as they never bloomed
Here the sun never shone
Even the darkness never came in
 
No hope, no fear
An ocean of tears, that never fell
Tomorrow brings remembrance of opened wounds
The light invaded the endless darkness
 
A soul, which birth was denied
A soul that became forgotten
 
The darkness fades away even the brightest colour
The street is empty, and leads to nowhere
A shrilling scream, that no one heard
Who cares? We can all be free
 
'Tomorrow is a new day
But today was new as well...
...For only thing is fear fealt
The fear of life'
 
Fallen asleep, wrapped in a blood red blanket
Two dead eyes are staring into emptiness
From a soul, which birth was denied
Death greets the one life forgot
 

The Man from Hordaland

Waves are cutting like a knife of time
On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the shore
Two eyes are eyeing the seas
Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors glory
 
A lonely mind is longing
For the raising of sails
A swordarm is longing hungrily
To cut the throats of cowards
 
A forgotten treasure is now recovered
Brought out from the darkness of Midgard
Its powers will never again disappear
It is guarded by a man from Hordaland
 
A night of sorrow will soon be over
Memories from ancient times will glow
A wind blows away the dust from an ancient sword
Two ravens will predict his return
 
The sets in the west
He lifts his proud face
He looks towards the North Star
The Man From Hordaland
 

The Blood of Kvasir

A war ruled in ancient times
Between the holy races, the Vanirs and the Æsir
When peace came, the deities united
From a bowl filled with spit rose Kvasir
 
'Wise he becomes, he drinks the holy mead
the blood of Kvasir, but not he who drinks
from the spilled mead that dripped
from the falcon'
 
Kvasir the father of poets,
By dwarf hands he died
From the blood of Kvasir they made the mead of poets, the holy drink
Fjalar and Galar once murdered Gilling the Giant, the father of Suttung
Enraged, Suttung demanded justice to be fullfilled
The blood of Kvasir became the mead of Suttung
 
Grimne flew out from Valhalla
In the shape of the falcon
To the home of Giants and to Nitberg
Bauge was decived, and Gunnlod betrayed
 
Out from Nitberg the falcon flew
Finally Kvasir should return to Aasgard
But when the mead disappeared Suttung became furious
Out, in the shape of the eagle he followed
 
Sadly, Grimne had to spill from his valuable treasure
Which led to the making of the false poets
The falcon flew home to his domains
And Suttung flew into the flames of Tjalve
 

In Chains Until Ragnarok

The ether is dripping, the earth is quaking
I am writhing with agony, chained to the mountain
 
I am your fear, I am your torment
You attemped to tame me, you caught me in nets
I will not be budged, I am chaos,
I am your shame
 
I am your highest wisdom, and your enemy
'til your dying day
 
Bound I am, but I am laughting at you
Do not believe that I am here to serve you
 
I am from a world you can not comprehend
'Cause I am Evil I am the Primal Force
 
One day we shall meet at the fields of Vigrid
One we I shall be free of chains and ether
That day you will understand, the purpose of my excistance
Why the laughter is roaring in the night
That day we will fight our last battle
End end eachothers days
'...The sun turns black, ground slides into the sun
Brave stars are fading in the sky
Smoke rises from great fires
The flame plays up high
Against heaven itself...'
 

Nidingaslakt

Horns are resounding, the winds are howling
Drums are pounding, the winds are howling
With spear and bow we go into battle
 
We are making a stand, brothers in blood
With hope for honour in the name of madness
We will never be defeated, even if we fall
 
We are not going to Folkvang,
Into the arms of the Vanir Queen,
We shall our fathers if we fall today
We will not flee from our destiny,
even though the winds aren't blowing our way
Brothers, to Valfaders hall
 
With spear raised in the name of Oden
We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden
Cowards shall fall at our feet
They do not have to pray for sun filled days
No one remembers a slave without a master
Defeated they are when they fall
 
We raise weapons for our faith
We slaughter the fields for our faith
We have no mercy for those
Who turned their backs
Those who attemmp to close the well
Shall die
Those who lied and betrayed shall die
Give us strenght , give us courage
We will prevail
Brothers in blood
 

Brísingamen

In solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them all
Captured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceive
Joy vanished far out there
Burning desire, but no hope
She longs for home, bu tcan not find a way
A dismal destiny hidden behind a smile
 
Mardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you were
You sold your flesh, but found no comfort
That which glitters does not bring you peace
 
Gern you devoted yourself and consumed
Many desire. But, still in the night,
Gold is dripping from your eyes.
 
Fråya, Od you shall find when everything ends
Then you shall be set free
Untill that day you shall find no comfort
Not even in the shining Brísingamen