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Listen to the voice of nature
And all creatures that here dwell
I feel my mind split from my body
Controlled by the forests spell
My life takes new meaning as I roam through the trees
No amount of mortal willpower could set me free
Bare feet covered by mud
Both of my pale hands drip with blood
My actions were not my own when in the Trolls home
From the underworld spawn
A hellish black dawn
Magick surges as we draw near it
Possessed by the forest spirit
Circle of man bones tied with dry reeds
Upon moist soil soaked with tears
A worthy sacrifice took place here
Among the birds and the bees
Consecrate the offering
The harrowing must begin
So are the words of the troll king:
"If you are to save one life then one life shall end
Come now to the feast eat your fill
Become one with beast and learn to kill
Drink til drunk then drink some more"
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Min Skjend Sjel
05:34
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En skinnende sjel
Eg vrir meg i smerte
Ingen nåde jeg viser
Tid for hevn
Født av vrede
Unnfanget av vreder
I den gråde tåke jeg går
Jeg slaktet en og en
Folkene synger om
angst og død
Dette gjelder liv eller død
Vi er alle rotter dømt til kryper
Aldri igjen til å sove
Mellom dag og natt
Fred vil du aldri vare
Ingen sjel vil gå
Til himmelens lys
En verden til dritt
På vei til helvete
Svart Hymne
Skygger av måneskinn
Under mørkets vrede
Ta din straff
Vi er alle rotter dømt til kryper
Forbannet fjols og løgnere
Aldri igjen til å sove
Min skjend sjel
Oppi Fjellet
Min skjend sjel
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Nidavellir
07:07
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Worlds Beginning:
Of old was an age when was emptiness
There was no sand nor sea nor surging waves
Unwrought was earth, unroofed was heaven
An abyss yawning and no blade of grass
Dread shapes arose from the dim spaces
Over sheer mountains by the shoreless sea
Friends of darkness, foes immortal
Old, unbegotten, out of ancient void
To the moon and shadow:
Shield us!
Oh great white one
Cover us from the light
Vacuum out all we breathe and bestow upon us majestic night
Dark fields
Hide us!
Oh pale one
Defend us from all that is bright
Give us a reason to guard our eyes from what should not be in our sight
Nidavellir
Hreidmarr's Greed:
The dwarf spake darkly from his delved stone,
my ring I will curse with wrath and woe!
The wreathed rings I will rule alone
As long as life is, they never leave me!
Then Fafnirs heart fiercely stung him;
Hreiðmarr he hewed in his house asleep.
In dragons likeness darkling lies he;
Deep his dungeons and dread he knows not
Shield us!
Oh great white one
Cover us from the light
Vaccuum out all we breathe and bestow upon us your majestic night
Dark fields
Hide us!
Oh pale one
Defend us from all that is bright
Give us a reason to guard our eyes from what should not be in our sight
Nidavellir
The death of Hreidmarr:
"I shall be as strong as the seas are stormy
Though wisps of misfortune guide my way
Twilight is upon me and soon I must fall
Rebuilding the energy I tore down
A sacred place that belongs to something else
Before you reach the north a dark dwelling stands,
In halls of gold, Sindri's bloodline lives on..."
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An ancient voice whispers to me
It says listen to your blood
Forever this path we have chosen
You do not wander it alone
Upon the icy waves we ride
A cattle's horn strapped to my side
I listen to the wind and rain
Two humble ravens guide my way
Taken by flames, the pyre in the sky
Soaring further and further our Valkyries ride
There could be no life without death
I'll fight for my beliefs until my last breath
An ancient voice whispers to me
I can see it in the sky
It says listen to your blood
Thurisaz be with us this night
Forever shall my blade stay sharp
I Forged in stone my hammerheart
Tread lightly up this broken path
Upon the highest mountain pass
Odinn is listening, take care of what you speak
He who sits in the circle of the wise shall have his relief
Ye fellow kinsmen lend me your ear;
He who lives without discipline shall die without honor
An ancient voice whispers to me
I can see it in the sky
It says listen to your blood
Tor be with us tonight
Forever this path we have chosen
Forevermore we will fight
You do not wander it alone
In the old ways we shall die
Brotherhood of the Raven
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Kald Kriger Bellingham, Washington
Led by writer, composer and multi-instrumentalist; Vredensdal.
Anti-Christian.
Misanthropic.
Sorrowful.
Heathen.
Bitterness.
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