2021.08.08.
No right way
Walk where in clear nights
The northern lights are in the sky
where rocks and sea become a grey unity
where cold winds blow
Here where (there are) old wise words
at the home of our songs
where we are close to our gods
we feel the urge again
The legend are are not yours
the runes don't talk to you
between you and your Reich
we stand
here you will fail
The old wanderer doesn't know you
You don't follow his ways
His sacrifice was not for you
no scald sings your legend
Your foes are not theirs
and your struggle is without glory
when once your thread is cut
you will not rest in golden halls
Realize in this place, that all your hate
all the emptiness of your doctrines
are finally in vain
from the beginning to the end
2021.08.08.
Pagans of our time
A desire deep within us is driving us against the flows
Resurrecting us and providing us with freedom
A long way with its paths full of beauty
A long way and we will walk it
A look, a sound, flying sparks
That once held everything within
Far from the words of a world of prisoners
We travel for long because noone can hold us
Free through the woods we roam afar
Because we are the pagans of our time
Guided by the spirits of everything alive
We arrive, we arrive
In the wheel of time, moved by magic
Earth is bewitching us
A look, a sound, flying sparks
That once held everything within
Far from the words of a world of prisoners
We travel for long because noone can hold us
Free through the woods we roam afar
Because we are the pagans of our time