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Forþcyme
06:07
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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
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2. |
Othala (Album version)
05:36
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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
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3. |
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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
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4. |
Penda
08:08
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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
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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
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6. |
The Wanderer
06:48
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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
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7. |
White Dragon
06:09
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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
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8. |
Oak Ash & Thorn
05:48
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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
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9. |
The Nine
06:07
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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
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