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The Eye of Oden
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Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
the fields down there and the ravine below
Where the elements feast in reckless desire
A raven is seated
Where the sun cannot reach,
only terrific storms prevail
In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar
My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times
The countless rythm, the rattling stones
My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones
Tender are the heavens which remain on the open plains
The shadow crawls upon the resort of the remnants
Even toward the hills lie shattered shields
The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear
And the river drifts with th resolution of thunder
Infernal are the storms in which our shelter stand
Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear
Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
the fields down there and the ravine below
He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair
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The Winterway
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Awakened by the hands of Autumn
The hands which made me sleep
Straight in the eyes of Winter
Was a shadow, vague yet deep
A creature, spine of the essence
Drifting in the wind, cald as Sin
The force behind my cause
The hands that fold me within
Awakened beneath a restless sky
By mountains which darken the day
Shadows, spiritual dust of my fathers
- The heart and soul of my way -
A creature, spine of the essence
Drifting in the wind, cald as Sin
The force behind my cause
Grim token of the path within
The Winterway
Leads me through the coldest night
The Winterway
To be walked by all men of might
Behold the ice on the big seas
The summits and the naked trees
Ashore the bay through the rough Winterway
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Om Hundrede Aar Er Alting Glemt
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A Tale of Pagan Tongue
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The sun descended to the ground
Behind the mountains, in the sea
A one-eyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill
There he will survey over those with surviving will
The flaming shores are yet unseen
In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps
The sea gleams with lethal cold
Witness yourself here, alone yet bold
The night is born, the christings thorn
The sun seems dead and somehow forlorn
And the moon lurks above
The beasts they howl her song
Told to be unchained at the day of doom
Their random laws, laught by the Gods
Are to be redeemed when He sets sail
There will forever be this ancient tongue
Primal wisdom from natures own longue
Count the shores of the utter coast
And fear peace forever most
When time is ripe to revive the past
Let us see who stands triumphant!
The echoes of cosmic strife
Borne to the one-eyed man
By the ravens of reminisense
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To Mount and Rove
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I came from the utter fields
Carving shame on the tender shields
On my path I wandered high
Acknowledged beneath the sky
The hate I carried, recalling why!
I walked towards the rising Autumn
And cursed the Summer with the promise of Winter
Where my fors will quiver in frost
A circeling saga, not forever lost
I came from the utter fields
Carving shame on the tender shields
On my path I wandered high
Declaring war beneath the sky
The hate I carried, boiling within!
I mounted all the hills my eyes could count
And roved wherever the sun escaped sight
I drifted from the deepest tarn
Til I saw my name in a runic sign
Graven so deep in the crystal bark
Of a lodge I sojourned years ago
Crying my fate beneath the sky!
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Grimland Domain
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The silence was utter, the sleep are long
A torment for even the brave
Peals of thunder even did not forsake
The lifeless soil of this eternal-white land
A domain of no mercy - white, so bright
As a day of calm, flawless might
Beware the coming of night
The shade of essential ingenuity
Acknowledge the darkness, link of dawn
The branches hung low
Softly covered by snow
Even the strongest will
Recoil beneath their silent chill
See the plains so eternally white
Bright, in spite of even the night
To be where the eagles fly
With a haughty hunters eye
Feel the kiss of the silver drapped frost
Your age-old toil, haunted and lost
High up there, where His ravens once flew
The lighting strikes - even deep in the snow
"You have to wake, wipe the ice from your eyes"
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Ascension of Our Fathers
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The Dawn of the End
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Pale like the sjull of the sun
The way of the hunting moon
O storms that reign supreme
The breeze comes whisperin' soon
Strike the flowers' last gleam
In spite of desperate fight, their power
Leave no shores where torrents stream
Mountains highest hills
Fragments, beheaded formations
The cosmic rivers curse
Denial of all recreation
Wind, Water, Earth, Fire - Invicible!
Autumn-twice, Winter-thrise
River and Rock
A new kingdom rise
I close my eyes
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