1. Galdralag

перевод: (Alex Thorn) »

2. Heathenpride

Once a mighty king ruled in a northern land
his enemies he fought with steel and iron hand.
So many tales were told, his name a glorious sound,
"god-like he is" they said, and by no christian laws was bound.

Long ago in a northern land...

One day they came across the nordic sea,
the man of the cross and camped beside a tree
which was called a sacred one for all thy heathen hearts,
where sacrifices were given to their northern forefathers Gods...

The elder and wise men amongst them
watched distrustful to all those
of the foreign men with their swords in hand
.. and the mighty tree was felled...

Some days gone by and the elder men disappointed,
they found a grave with a wooden cross upon.
So they all gathered at a place near the sea at night,
they all sat around their king, and a campfire gave it's light...

First words were spoken by a maiden of great beauty,
she whispered silent words to Freya and began to speak.
Her iceblue eyes filled with tears as she told them all what happened
in the woods three days ago when two christian men raped her body...

Many people told what happened and what was done by the christian men;
a girl was burned and three farmers died, nine children were never seen again...

The king drew his sword and saddled his black horse,
they gave a sacrifice to Odin and to Tyr, the Gods of their war,
that might before the morning of...
REVENGE!!!

The stars were shining from a dark black sky,
their swords reflected the light of the moon,
their torches burned red, the flames blazed up high,
the hour of their raid will come soon...

REVENGE!!!

As the sun at last arose crimson, beyond the nordic sea,
they all stood in armour, with helmet and sword,
and with certainty of what was forever will be...

.. a furore normannorum libera nos domine...

The bells of the christian churches tolled,
woke them up so much to late,
two ravens high above watched this bloody deeds
when the steel becomes their fate...

After hours the most of the christian men
by the northmen all were slayed,
the sun high above was shining bright
that day of heathenpride...

перевод: "Языческая гордость" (Alex Thorn) »

3. Laeknishendr

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4. Ultima Thule

A world is deep inside of me,
filled with ancient pride...
No mortal one has ever seen
the horse on which I ride...

The one-eyed God is on my way,
Thor will be my guide,
Freya knows the path I go
the Fenriswolf to fight...

перевод: "Ультима Туле" (Alex Thorn) »

5. Asum Ok Alfum Naer

(инструментал)

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6. Winternight

Sunset beyond a grey vast forest,
I'm longing for the night
to break into the woods and darkness
then will be my light.
.. beginning of my wandering
through coldness and grim ice,
to find the one I'm searching for
before the sun again will rise...

Fire – burns down the christian houses
and shows me the way with it's light,
my ancestors are with me on this wandering
into this darkest winternight...

Following the foodsteps
no snowflake will efface,
a northern breeze beckons my body
and northern snow my face...

I feel he gets nearer to me,
a lightning strikes with pride,
the thunder roars, the trees now rush,
I sense my master is not wide...

Thors hammer – in chains around my neck,
an ancient wisdom deep inside,
my blood flows wild now through my veins
while my wandering through this darkest
winternight...

A lifetime I have been in search
for what the elder ones have told me,
for strongness and the truth,
for blood and victory...

But now the time for me has come,
no way to find back home,
the snow begins to burry me,
but I'm no longer now allone...

My sword tears my breast,
I'm spilling my own blood...
The last on this world so I saw
was the beckoning of my
God...Winternight...

перевод: "Зимняя ночь" (Alex Thorn) »

7. Into The Ardent Awaited Land...

Far away beyond the horizon,
above the shadows of the horses hoofs,
a maiden behind a golden shield
in a chariot rides across the sky.

Two ravens are above us,
a long forgotten tale,
how it is to reach the utter hail
and the eyes of a Valkyrjur caress your heart...

When a lightning strikes with pride
and a thunder roars upon us,
when the trees will be beckoned by their dew again
the icecold mist shows us our way...

Then be sure, oh thy heathenhearts,
our time will soon be there,
when the one-eyed God walks amidst us
and the neighing will be deep inside of our
hearts...

One day we will tear the hearts
of the ones who stay against us,
the nine worlds are in our hands
since we've found the key of Valgrind.

No wolf will ever subdur us,
oh Freya hear my words,
forever I'll be in your retinue
and await to sense your breath...

Once you will open your eyes
while a maiden is kneeing at your side,
and she will kiss you to awake
for you will stride the mighty rainbowbridge...

Two ravens are above you,
they will show you the final way
across the river and over the mountain,
into the ardent awaited land...

перевод: "...В горячие желанные земли..." (Alex Thorn) »

8. The Heralder

(PicLP Bonus Track)

From beyond a twilight horizon where mountains were covered by snow
Once a man on a horse came the way,
on an early autumnal morning when dew lay chill on the ground
and the suns first rays heralded the day,
to rest at last after riding for more than three days and nights
through the woods and across the shallow landscapes
to finally reach the village the rumours were talking about
and where the heathenish king lived for many years...

His golden armour was shining by the light of awakening sun
and in his hand he held a bronzen shield
on which the runes all were written by a blacksmith of wisdom great
to guide him on his way so long.
He had come to bring the message his kind has given to him
to be conveyed into all heathen countries
and he told about their brethren overtaken by Christian men
now punished by the cross and Christian laws...

"So the man dismounted and his horse was taken by its bridle to be brought into the stabling.
Meanwhile he was lead to the hall where the king sat on his greatseat.
Forthwith he told him the reasons for his coming, and within a few minutes all people were
gathered by the kings mighty voice.
So he rose on his feeds and began to speak about the
greatest heathen host ever seen, passing towards their brethren land..."