forþcyme Still and timeless void of darkness and light Here In this silence Stirs the glimmer of life Becoming restless soon the fire ignites Burning a beacon Drawing all to its sight Orbital dancing Writhing blinding and white Into the solid Forming mettle and mind A constellation Singing into the night The call of creatures Bearing teeth to the bite They rip and render Into shape of a soul Within contortion Growing bitter and bold In its creation forming cyððe ond cynne birth of a nation ond wuldorgast within In ban in hær in scinn, wudu forþcyme The eyes are rolling Spittle flying in flecks The beast is holding Back it's spirit and strength Fighting its nature For the calm of the dark The rage is growing Breaking forth from its bonds The bridle broken All is chaos and heart This is the moment Germinating so long In fractured splinters Carving order apart Into the open Lithe and liquid as song A swell of rivers Running supple and strong This can't be riven Cutting swift as a shark Through feldas gylden To the edge of the plain This is the reason Accening forþcyme

For þrea nydum we cwelaþ unnendre heortan irfe-weardness is sylfra blod Woden þara hæþenra God When we've got Demons as our leaders If we let them they'll deceive us Take our hearts and they will bleed us Dry of everything we are We must take sword and axe and spear Drive out weakness drive out tears No more running no more fears If we want to keep our home If it is we want to keep our home The Gods are with us in the trees They haunt the mountains and the seas They are in there rocks and in the mud They are in our hearts and in your blood Air above us is our breath Land beneath us is our bread Night surrounding is our test The fight before us is our death Wassail Home Earth othala Wind othala Fire othala Water othala Home othala roots othala Hail to Woden hail all Father Hail to Thunor God of thunder Hail to Frigg Goddess mother Hail to Woden hail to Frigg Hail to Thunor, Tiu ond Ing

Still we grieve Still we haunt Here in this garden of bones We cant run No we wont flee This is our garden of bones Keep belief And sow the seeds Grow in this garden of bones Hall of souls Who fell asleep Wake in this garden of light Ghosts of those who lie beneath Rise from your slumber and weep Feel the pain of what is lost Break from the soil and your sleep Whet the axe and raise the shield Bite in the darkness and reap Fall upon like ocean waves Drown the decay and deceit Inwidsorge þe we ær drugon Swyð-ferhð Hæf þa gefælsod Eallhwít hæþstapa eftarisen Eallhwít stagga eftarisen

Born of Flame Sable wings Grown this man Death crows sing Risen up eclipse the dozen Boy of stone was born of mother Running in the dusky hollow Tenebrous land of ruin and shadow Bone rough hands upon the axe Blood of Saxon dancing fast Metal sings its reticent whisper Kisses flesh with scant resistance Solid of bone and boar like heart Beating like the men at arms Falcon hand and thorn of tongue Kings are carved from youth unsung Steady eyes locked upon their focus Call of wyrd within his chest Walking through the hall of victors Resplendent in Mercian strength Cyneþrymmes are Heahþrym þon Penda Cyning Heahþrymmes Penda Wuldorfæder Courage of bear erudite as fox Sharp tooth Serpent strong as ox Man of land and warrior gods Breaking chains of thought chest locks Blew the embers into flames Fortitude for men he gave Backs unbent and heads we raised Dauntless mercians remain Long eye cast upon the north Wyrms to kill and paths to walk Riding into battle and fray Screams of pain and crimson spray On they came with swords held high Nailed one in their hearts and minds Stout hearted the king did cry For our blood and gods we die Suna Pybba suna Cryda suna Cynewald suna Cnebba Suna Icel suna Eomer Angeltheow suna Offa Suna Wermund suna Wihtlæg suna Woden Cyning Sceal Rice Healdon Rain fell hard as stone from sling Sky as black as ravens wings

Morþcrundel Swefecere We're Broken Words spoken Heartbeat like deer feet rolling We're falling Deaths calling The Souls of men are in the air No solace in the place of woe Brothers feed now for the crow Bones of trees stand over me Bones of men lie underneath Sword has fallen from the hand Tears have fallen from the sky Screams of war they are in my head Calling out from earthen bed After the blood has ceased to flow Into the roots that dwell below Every rise and every set The sting of loss beats in my chest Akin to wolves among the trees Ghosts will stalk and follow me All the things I could have done To save the souls of those I love Red was dancing in the fields Burned away the black of night Raven spoke to me in tongues Sang to me of shades in Hel So I walk upon the hill Where the ancients drank their fill With the stones I seek for peace Inside the earth to find release morþcrundel swefecere eorþbyrgenn Slumere Tongues bleeding Lungs screaming Heartbeat like bulls stampeding They're fallen cold autumn The smell of leaves is in the air I wake beneath the dappled sky Wipe the salt out of my eyes Evermore I hear their cries Every set and every rise Only here beside this tomb Sleeping in the earthen womb Do their faces come to me Whisper softly as I sleep After the life has ceased to grow Out of the roots that dwell below Every thought is now of death How to join them in the flesh Do not follow us my dear Wipe away your falling tears Pick the sword up from the ground Let your courage be unbound From the chains of loss and grief Plant the seeds and cut the wheat Build yourself up strong and new Find the others find the few Walk together through the land Through the forest field and sand Find the men who took your love Kill the creatures shed the blood

Oft him anhaga Are gebideð Metudes miltse þeah þe he modcearig Geond lagulade Longe sceolde Hreran mid hondum Hrimcealde sæ Wadan wræclastas Wyrd bið ful aræd Swa cwæð eardstapa Earfeþa gemyndig Wraþra wælsleahta Winemæga hryre Oft ic sceolde ana Uhtna gehwylce Mine ceare cwiþan Nis nu cwicra nan þe ic him modsefan Minne durre Sweotule asecgan Ic to soþe wat þæt biþ in eorle Indryhten þeaw þæt he his ferðlocan Fæste binde Healde his hordcofan Hycge swa he wille Ne mæg werig mod wyrde wiðstondan Wyrd bið ful aræd Wreteched sorrowful Bereft of the homeland Bury my thoughts and Gods in the the dirt Cast to the waves as a stripped out carcass Salt sore eyes burn Cold in the hurt Gone are the kith and the kin at the fireside Path of the exiled cradling he Gone is the mead and the gold of the noble Come is the dark of a restless sleep Green leviathan slithers in the silence Sea birds floating on the surface preen Frost and snow form heavy in the dull light Fallow and friendless row with me Wounds of the the heart run deeper than the ocean Pining for the hall and the lord of men Spirit of the seafarer swims ever Farther away from the eyes that see Rumination This soul will not grow dark in the wonder of a mans life Ruination This earth will tear apart it will fall and decay No man is wise from the sunrise Many shall sink for the flower to bloom Never impatient never impulsive Burning to speak or warrior weak The man with a proud heart Hold till this oath shines bright with the words of truth In wisdom lies the knowledge of the terror that will rise When the world dies Bitten by the wind entombed in frost Storm swept ederas halls of decay Grey faced lords all the men lie fallen So the Creator lays to waste Where does the horse run Where does the rider lay Where now the feast and the revel in the hall Alas for the bright cup Alas for the warrior Alas for the splendour of the noble good Time is a ghost now withered into memory Shrouded in the night as if it never had been Wonderous wall wound round with a serpent Warriors taken by the glory of spears Weapons ever ready grin greedy for the slaughter Storm bites stone frost fetters this earth Into the face of the land spits winter Carried on the wings of a cold harbinger þonne won cymeð nipeð nihtscua norþan onsendeð hreo hæglfare hæleþum on andan Eall is earfoðlic eorþan rice onwendeð wyrda gesceaft weoruld under heofonum Her bið feoh læne Her bið freond læne Her bið mon læne Her bið mæg læne Eal þis eorþan gesteal Idel weorþeð Swa cwæð snottor on mode Gesæt him sundor æt rune Til biþ se þe his treowe gehealdeþ Ne sceal næfre his torn to rycene Beorn of his breostum acyþan Nemþe he ær þa bote cunne Eorl mid elne gefremman Wel bið þam þe him are seceð Frofre to Fæder on heofonum þær us eal seo fæstnung stondeð

Thunder rolls Through hills and bones We stand between The sky and stones The wind she whips our faces cold The lines are etched They are drawn in gold Gift the life your mother bore To the Father of all war In the name of what you love For the glory up above For our sons and for our daughters Walk into the bloody slaughter Níðdraca hwit Leofaþ lange Gesíðas deórlíce Gesíðas soþ Cwalu Unforhtmod As the dragon snaps air And the sky spits in our eyes All the memories come to call All the reasons not to die We are pale wings dealing death blows We are death personified We are laying bodies Hel low We are dragons of the isle Lay them down Let them fade away We deathbærnes We wegfarende Níðdraca hwit We have never owned our lives Its for others that we die For our Gods and for our soil In the maelstrom we will toil So our work does feed the raven Dealing sleep out to the craven To the quiet fields we ride Waking nightmare in our minds

Give me life From the womb we will all uncurl Like the green from a dormant world As the oak ash and thorn unfurl Let me thrive As the light burns away the night And the stag bellowing his might So the boy will become a boar Let me fight Like the gods and the kings of old To the edge of the fates untold Through the doors of the hall behold By Ac and Æsc and Thorn By Tiu Eoh and Stan By Hægl and Sigel and Gar By Mann Gyfu Ear þone sweartan hræfnas Waru ofer me Eall ielde sceal cwelaþ þes deaþlicnes Let me die Underneath an open sky By the will of the Gods night falls And the stars beckon me beyond Let me die In the sight of the Gods of men With a haft cradled in my hand And the blood of a righteous wrath Where the oak ash and thorn began Ic hleoþrige steorrena Ic hleoþrige steorrum Let me die Underneath an endless sky With my back to the soil and lie In the gaze of a single eye Let me die For the love of the folk and land With their song in my heart and head And a haft cradled in my hand

Flying swift as swallows hunting Running break neck on like hare Tumble strong as cubs in kinship Now your bodies broken bearn Where you walk I can not follow Deep into a cold embrace Hear the words of Woden spoken In your fallen darkened fate Serpentine this Wyrm is deadly Though you fight with all you are Venemous and writhing steady Sword and shield will cut no harm Lying in this state of fading Battling with plague for time We shall speak the Galdor healing Calling forth the faithful Nine Mucgwyrt Wegbrade Eldest remembers within mighty avail against the 3 and 30 you withstand the hoof and loathesome one Stune Stiðe Stone grown Cast out venom you will tame the pain fight the serpent and stare the poison down and contagion Attorlaðe Mægðe put to flight never should one until the cure for lose a life to ailing both be with him malady Wergulu Fille ond Finule Sent forth of seal Gods Sent Remedies over spine of oceans back for guile and fiends attack Wyrm com snican toslat he nan ða genam Woden Nigon wuldortanas sloh þa næddran þæt heo on Nigon tofleah Þær geændade æppel ond attor þæt heo næfre ne wolde on hus bugan Mucgwyrt Wegbrade Lombescyrse, Attorlaðan, Mageðan, Netelan Wudusuræppel Fille ond Finul Nigon Wyrta Galdor Warriors Nine of faith and fable Born of Woden grown of earth Into battle follow the Father On to take the head of wyrm Green and verdant venomous serpent Life usurper hunted down Ælf shot ghoul that haunts the flesh Will face it's death it's cornered now Wicked and worthless wretched turgid Warriors purge this loathsome one Burrowing deep within this hollow Beast will seek to claim its home Ignoble sickness of death The nine move forth all abreast The Galdr whispers in breath The righteous rage of arrest Nigon Wyrta Galdor Nu magon þas Nigon Wyrta wið Nigon Wuldorgeflogenum Réadan Hwítan Hæwenan Geolwan Grénan Wonnan, Wedenan Brúnan attre Basewan May all weeds and worts spring up Seas ebb all salt water When I blow this venom from you