FOLKEARTH LYRICS

1. Viking's Anthem

Vikings blood brothers
Fighting in the name of Oden
This song celebrates your glory

Vikings masters of blood
Feared by all their enemies
This is your anthem

Looming from the mist
Drakkars messengers of death
Thousand of spears
impaling the innocents
Raining blood
On the battlefield

Looming from the mist
Drakkars messengers of death

Vikings blood brothers
Fighting in the name of Oden
This song celebrates your glory

Vikings masters of blood
Feared by all their enemies
This is your anthem

2. Beasts From The Blizzard

Demonized the winds howls like en Erinnye
As it sweeps down the mountains and invaders
The valleys of the North, bearing gifts of death,
Freezing the lone wanderer its bitter frost…

The witch cast the runes and foretold a curse –
The dragons, she said, would awaken in a month
And descent from their lairs to lay low our homes
And even the King’s mighty stone walls…

On the seventh day a blizzard came,
Cruel shards of ice lashing us to bleed –
And a roar did echo from the endless depths
Of the Hollow Earth’s caverns and sanctums…

It was a little child that saw the first dragon fly,
Etched against a darkened sky early in the morn –
He saw the beast’s glaring black eyes, heard the rush
Of wide leathery wing… and then saw no more again…

The fury of the unclean fell upon the folk,
Fire, claw and fang gored the tender flesh
And stripped it clean of muscle and bone
‘Til none was left to tell the tale or an echo of the screams remained…

3. Cataphract Legion

See them squirming yonder
Their camp is rank with fear;
No breath dares blow the horn
Only a whispered word –
"The cataphracts are here!"

Belisarius rides at dawn
To greet the barbarians
With steel, fire and sword
He'll bring them to kneel
Before the Empire's golden
Double headed Eagle...

"The cataphracts are here!"
The enemy quakes in fear –
Belisarius rides at dawn:
Hellenic blood a' flowing
In the brave Thracian's veins...

Emperor Justinian has decreed
That the cataphracts doth march
To free the Eternal City anon
From the clutches of the Ostrogoth...

Belisarius rides at dawn
Proud ahead of a legion
Of cataphracts bound for war
The imperial standard
They carry forth...

4. Lord Of The Spear

By the rune stone he stands
A lone wanderer from afar
Wolves gathered round in packs:
Poetry he chants
Weaving magic strands.

Lord of the spear
Welcome to our land
Our hospitality for a god;
Pray tell us where you’ve been
Storyteller, wise one.

(And the Raven God recounts many a saga)

Under a roof of gold
With the rainbow forever in sight
Dwell warriors bold
They taste the mead of the wind
Always loud they sing:
When in the sky
Wild thunder strikes
Thy ravens come again!

“One eyed god, Father mighty of all,
With swords upraised to the crystal dome
Of a sky wherein thy ravens fly
We’re so proud, so strong, forever free!”

God of poets, God of magic
From your breath the four winds blow
From your eyes the eternal flame flows
From your lips the oath of fire is sealed!

“Woden, I am your true son and heed honor’s call! I fight for thee and in thy name shed blood and bane! Vidurr the destroyer – Master of havoc, unrivaled warrior! Hnikarr the inflamer – ride above the sea dragon slayer! Sigfodr, father of victory – Thine gifts I seek on the battlefield tonight! Yggr – Terror of Frankia and Eastern men, conquer all the world!”

In this star enarmored night
We raise our horns – salute the sky!

When in the sky
Wild thunder strikes
Thy raven’s come again!

5. Set Sails To Conquer!

Set sails to conquer!

Braving the storm with confidence!
We follow our path.
No matter how many of us will die!
Landing on an unknown land.
Axes and swords yearning for blood!

Giant monsters decimate most of our troops.
Thor is on our side and Mjollnir wracks will breaks out our opponents!

Braving the storm with confidence!
We follow our path.
No matter how many of us will die!

6. Warrior Code

Never to surrender, never to turn and flee,
That is the creed, thus is the law!
Always to fight, always to stand even when all is lost,
That is the code of the warrior!

Never to betray, never a coward prove,
That is the creed, thus is the law!
Always to draw steel in the pallid face of death,
That is the code of the warrior!

Never to fear, never to yield or give in,
That is the creed, thus is the law!
Always to be brave, sail for the hither shore,
That is the code of the warrior!

Never to cry, never to miss the joys of life,
That is the creed, thus is the law!
Always to uphold, shed your blood for kin and land,
That is the code of the warrior!

Never to father, never to be found weak,
That is the creed, thus is the law!
Always to be strong, ready for Valhalla’s hall,
That is the code of the warrior!

Never to keep silent when the truth is assailed,
That is the creed, thus is the law!
Always to stand up and be counted with the bold,
That is the code of the warrior!

7. Freedom Or Death

Ye blood brothers of Sava
The clarion calls:
Lay down lutes and psalteries
And take up your swords!

Tzar Lazar the glorious
Heading the charge:
His breastplate and shield shine
With the holy cross…

Voyvoda Stefan rides at his side,
The mighty king Vukashin,
Goiko and Uglyesha –
Staring proudly into the sun,
Defying the fire, scorning the foe:
Freedom or death is their oath!

Ye sons of the Empire
The sun doth rise black:
Now’s the time to dye hands red
But let your souls be white!

Tzar Lazar has fallen
Under Turkish sword:
Avenge him to the last man –
Freedom or death!

Voyvoda Stefan bleeds by his side,
The mighty king Vukashin.
Goiko and Uglyesha –
Staring proudly into the sun,
Defying the fire, scorning the foe:
Freedom or death is their oath!

Must thou go my noble Tzar?
Would that I were cold with those
That laid their lives in the holy cause
At the feet of the Serbian eagle…
Would that the blade that sealed thy fate
Be lodged ten times into my breast
Than to see our only hope fail…

Our dead call revenge:
Remember Kosovo!
Left alone to brave the night.
We stood for our Homeland,
God and the Tzar –
On the fields where we fell
Now the Amaranths bloom…

8. Folkearth

In a land where no road leads,
On shores where no wave breaks,
There is an inn, thatched with autumn leaves,
Wherein dwell all the minstrels of yore…

Wayfarer of life, come, take thy rest –
There’s a crackling file and there is ale…
We will sing of elder days and better times,
We will sing you what your heart desires!

From the four corners of the Earth
We have come bearing many a tune –
Stomp your feet – let the feast begin!
Drink up and sing along all night long!

We conjure on our magic strings
Tales of valor, love and bloody war –
See the heroes ride, see the maidens yearn,
Legends come to life when we play for you!

Everything is possible, all can be true,
Just listen to the song that echoes within you:
We strike up a melody of your wildest dreams,
As history collides with mythic songs of yore!

From the four corners of the Earth
We have come bearing many a tune –
Stomp your feet – let the feast begin!
Drink up and sing along all night long!

Recite a Nordic poem with voice clear and keen,
By the sword of my father, swear the sacred oath!
See the drakkars appear out of the silvering mist,
Your every step is guided by the father of victory!

Return once again to the Fatherland that bore you,
Know full well where you’re coming from
And only then the compass of your soul
Will point to the path you are bound to follow!

From the four corners of the Earth
We have come bearing many a tune –
Stomp your feet – let the feast begin!
Drink up and sing along all night long!

9. Сон Степана Разина (Казачья Притча)

Ой, да не вечер, да не вечер.
Мне малым малом спалось,
Мне малым мало спалось,
Ой да во сне привиделось.
Мне малым мало спалось,
Ой да во сне привиделось.

Мне во сне привиделось,
Будто конь мой вороной
Разыгрался, расплясался,
Ой разрезвился подо мной.
Ой, разыгрался, расплясался,
Ой разрезвился подо мной.

Налетели ветры злые
Со восточной стороны.
Ой, да сорвали чёрну шапку
С моей буйной головы.
Ой, да сорвали чёрну шапку
С моей буйной головы.

А есаул догадлив был -
Он сумел сон мой разгадать.
Ой, пропадёт, - он говорил мне
Твоя буйна голова.
Ой, пропадёт, - он говорил мне
Твоя буйна голова.

Ой, да не вечер, да не вечер.
Мне малым малом спалось,
Мне малым мало спалось,
Ой да во сне привиделось.
Мне малым мало спалось,
Ой да во сне привиделось.







FOLKEARTH LYRICS