CORONATUS LYRICS

1. Howling Wind

Wind is howling round
Rocks on stony shores
All on this green isle.
The standing stones and ruins here
An ancient call of lost souls.

Feel the anthem of stone age history
Saved up in these stones.
The whispering of ancient folks
The echo of their living.

Hear the howling wind
Blooming down from the hill.
The clouds are running fast
Up in the sky, and still
I am wondering
What would we understand
If we were able
To ever listen to this land.

Hear the voices of Celtic warriors
Taking over this place.
Faint echoes of their battle cries
Are buried in the wind.

Such primeval scene
Inundate my heart
When I'm standing here.
The stones remain
All silently
The wind just keeps on telling

Feel the howling wind
Touching your soul and skin.
The clouds are running fast
Up in the sky, and still
I am wondering
What would we understand
If we were able
To ever listen to this land.

Howling, howling winds over this place!
Storm clouds, storm clouds, over the circle!
Lightning, lightning target the stone ring!

Mystic currents flow round the circle,
Faint glow, slight buzz, soft pulsing meadow

2. Mountain Sky

Golden eagle
Diving in the blue mountain sky
Realm of a ruler
Living on the mountain so high.

Here in the heavens,
Gliding along steep mountain sides.
In this proud living
Only pure freedom hides.

Power!
Is streaming out of the sky!
You shiver from energy,
Power runs through your veins,
Opens your mind to the high!
Feel it!
A force runs from down the sky!
Invisible golden beam
Powers your body and
Tickles your skin like a dream.

Experience of such mighty
And all heart-catching sight
Will open up ways
And channels to an unexplored height.

Natural forces
Made of a mystical kind.
Referencing powers
Included in the deep of minds

Power...

Eagles are flying
High above the steep mountain sides.
Such a proud living
Opens up a mind so wide.

Within
Blue mountain sky
Gliding along
The eagles won't die.
All of this pride,
All of this might,
Just feel the flow of the....

Power...

3. The Hunter

Running, heading up the hills
Howling, catch you soon,
The wolves are running through the night,
Run on your trail.
Fire, running through their veins.
Craving flood their minds.

Midnight, I'm running
Warm night, I'm hunting
Moonlight, I'll see you
Pale light, I'll catch you
No hide, I'll get on you

Blood lust, I'm howling
Trust me, I'm hunting
Short way behind you
This night I'll get you
Warm blood, is calling me

Dread is inside you
Faint sounds, that warn you
I feel, you panic
I'm not satanic
Instinct runs in my veins

Dark clouds start drifting
Warm winds, arising
Pale moons' blue cover
Warm rain, my lover
Red eyes catch sight of you

Running, heading up the hills
Howling, catch you soon,
The wolves are running through the night,
Run on your trail.
Fire, running through their veins.
Craving flood their minds.
The wolves are howling in the dark,
They hear you breathe.

Hunting, running up the hills
Craving, in their souls
The wolves are running through the dark,
Are on your trail
Fever, running through their veins
Howling, to the moon
Their eyes are glowing in the dark,
They catch your sight

Bearing this lust
All the time
Blood lust on them
Drives them wild
Hunting, running up the hills
Craving, in their souls
The wolves are running through the dark,
They'll catch your heart

Midnight, I'm running
Warm night, I'm hunting
Moonlight, I'll see you
Pale light, I'll catch you
No hide, I'll get on you

Dark clouds start drifting
Warm winds, arising
Pale moons' blue cover
Warm rain, my lover
Red eyes catch sight of you

4. Sleigh Ride To Asgard

Forest in winter,
A sleigh-ride through the snowy woods.
The reindeer are running,
They pull the sledge onward a mystic

Pathway to Asgard,
The home of northern gods and heroes
Heaven to vikings
And all the other folks of Midgard
Lead us to Asgard
We'll find a way to overcome the gate,
To overcome the bridge between the worlds

Sliding through the snow,
Snowflakes in your hair,
The reindeer run along,
Increasing speed is fair,

Sparkling lights appear,
Underneath our skids,
The reindeer roll their eyes,
A magic whip them hits,

Lightning all around
But without a sound
The sky is ripped ahead
And then we leave the ground

The shiny rip reveals
Bifrost's mighty shape
A rainbow-colored build
From where there's no escape

When the reindeer's hooves the first time
Hit on the bridge
A sound arises like bells made of ice
A wall of fire explodes to the sky

Asgard is calling...

Bifrost's fiery wall
Fight off giants' raid
Odin's strong defense
The toll with life is paid

A magic shield around
Our carriage
It prevents us from
The deadly fire edge

We are breaking through
Through the fiery wall
And ahead we see
A strongholds mighty halls

And in front of it
Stands the guardian
A mighty warrior,
And real tragedian

Eternal guardian and keeper of Gjallarhorn
The horn to blow for the final battle
Due to our magic we slip through unseen

Asgard is calling...

At last arrived alive
There lie the halls
Glare in the silvery light

Forest in winter,
A sleigh-ride through the snowy woods.
The reindeer's are running,
They pull the sledge onward a mystic

Asgard is calling
The home of northern gods and heroes
Heaven to vikings
And all the other folks of Midgard
Lead us to Asgard
We'll find a way to overcome the gate,
To reach and cross the bridge that leads to

Asgard, it's calling....

5. Die See

Die See, sie ruft nach mir
Schon lange Zeit.
Der Tag is gekommen, zu gehen
Und ich bin endlich bereit.

Die grauen Räume in mir,
Sind verlassen und leer.
Ich will sie nun fluten mit dir,
Dir, dem tiefblauen Meer.

Weite und Wellen und Himmel überall!
Schaudernd vor Ehrfurcht steh ich im Bug.
Ahnung von Ewigkeit left sich auf mein Herz.
Ozean um Ozean, Zug um Zug.

Es ist so still in mir,
Hör nur die See.
Ich hab' keinen Kampf mehr im Kopf,
Frieden weht, küsst mich von lee.

Gewaltig, herrlich und frei,
Wie die Gischt auf den Wellen.
Gedanken, verwoben mit dir,
Fluten aus heiligen Quellen.

Weite und Wellen...

Weite und Wellen...

6. The Little People Of Iceland

Elves and gnomes and
Trolls' and dwarfs' home
Magic Island
Called Iceland
The Fireland

Leprechauns and hobgoblins
All around this place
All inside these stones
In this land of fire and ice
Called Iceland, the gate land

The little people
Of stormy Iceland
The hidden folk of
This magic island
Are living inside
Some rocks and hummocks
Behind the cascade
Under the hillocks

Elves and gnomes...

The pixies and the old imps
Underneath these rocks
Beyond the cascades,
By the hot wells in Iceland
The fire land, the gate land

Those nature spirits
Are mostly friendly
To all of those who
Behave most kindly
However, if one
Dares to disturb them
He will regret it
And they will haunt 'em.

Elves and gnomes...

Only a few folks
Can really see them
But in the dense fog
You might just hear them
Some silent whispering
Around their places
Will tell of their reign
Through the ages

7. Dance Of The Satyr

Deep in the woods lies a gladem
Green and bright, wonderful,
Gentle light bleaks through leaves,
Mellow shades mask a shape of a wild

It's the dance of the satyr
It's the dance of the satyr
The dance of the satyr
The dance of the satyr

All around this fine glade,
Moves his hooves, shakes his horns,
To a tune, of a flute,
Audibly, only to
Creatures of, other worlds

Fast move his hips,
Spins around, cross the glade,
Prance in rut, bounce in heat,
To the beat of the tune of a wild
It's the dance of the satyr...

8. Tränen des Himmels

All-Mutter hör!
Schenk die Tränen her!
All des Lebens Kraft
Nur der Regen schafft

Baum, Mensch und Tier
Neigen sich vor dir
Schenk uns Lebenskraft
Die dein Regen shafft

Hör uns an!
Oh hör uns an!
Oh Tränen falle nieder!

Regen
Tränen fallen aus dem Himmel.
Regen, tränen voller Macht!

Regen fällt auf unser Land
Wir tanzen in des Himmels Tränenband
Leben rinnt vom Firmament,
Die Erde trinkt den Satf der Leben schenkt.
Regen fällt auf unser Haupt
Es is die Träne, die ans Leben glaubt.
Regen stürz vom Firmament
Die Tränen weihen alles, was man kennt.

All-Mutter hör!
Treib uns Wolken her!
Lass die Tränen los
Tränk' der Erde schoss

Hör uns an!
Oh Tränen fallen nieder!

Wind wehe stark!
Fühl des Himmels arg!
Tränen fallen bald
Auf der Erden Wald!

Regen
Tränen fallen aus dem Himmel.
Regen, tränen voller Macht!

Regen fällt auf unser Land...

9. Herr Mannelig

Bittida en morgon innan solen upprann
Innan foglarna började sjunga
Bergatrollet friade till fager ungersven

Hon hade en falskeliger tunga

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej:

Eder vill jag gifva de gångare tolf
Som gå uti rosendelunde
Aldrig har det varit någon sadel uppå dem
Ej heller betsel uti munnen

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej:

Eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf
Som stå mellan Tillö och Ternö
Stenarna de äro af rödaste gull
Och hjulen silfverbeslagna

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej:

Eder vill jag gifva ett förgyllande svärd
Som klingar utaf femton guldringar
Och strida huru I strida vill
Stridsplatsen skolen i väl vinna

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej:

Eder vill jag gifva en skjorta så ny
Den bästa I lysten att slita
Inte är hon sömnad av nål eller trå
Men virkat av silket det hvita

Sådana gåfvor toge jag väl emot
Om du vore en kristelig qvinna
Men nu så är du det värsta bergatroll
Af Neckens och djävulens stämma

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej:

Bergatrollet ut på dörren sprang
Hon rister och jämrar sig svåra
Hade jag fått den fager ungersven
Så hade jag mistat min plåga





CORONATUS LYRICS