IN THE WOODS... LYRICS

1. The Wings Of My Dreamland

I will never feel tired
Nor fall asleep
When these wings at first embraced my heart
They would never again leave
once it was my dream
Now it is my soul
Prima Mater unveiled her unknown depths
My kingdom is eternal

2. Tell De Døde

Tidens sár vil ei leges
re fremfor alt
I kamp med sjel, med styrke og hat
Et knos som regjerer
Tar over sinnets makt
Bak skygger lurer helhet og tap

Vidder falt i táke
Kalde like pá frossen mark
Menn viker dødens kraft
I en tid, fylt av sjelens under

Blod of tárer følger
Natten
En frykt som gjemmes bort
Bak ett slør, gudsforlatt i svart

Sverdarmer svinges
Og stolthet far váre forfedres rot
Vi sverget,
at mot i en feid skal ei svikte
ditt egenmanns blod
Forbli da heller sjeleløs!

Død, Tomhet og Svik..
..Blir senket som stál
Menn krever slaget
Menn knuser "tro"
Ja, Menn krever døden
døden og fallet for kristenmannsblod

Hedensk vi alltid vil seire
Og Hedensk vi alltid vil tro
Symbolet vil béres for styrke
Styrken som overgár alt.

Vi har tapt horder
til fiendes blot
Men nár vi stár samlet
fortelles det av egenhendig visdom at;
Den som intet váger, intet vinner.

Balder's tegn sár høyt
En ny éra vil stige
Det har blitt fortalt
som i ett eldre sagn
Med feighet skal feighet forvises

Tell De Døde!

[English translation:]

Count The Dead

Time's wound will never heal
Honour before all
At war with soul, with strength and hate
A jewel that reigns
Takes over mind's power
Behind the shadows it hides utterly and lost

Plateaus fell in the mist
Cold like on the frozen land
Men surrender to the death's power
In a time, full of soul's wonder

Blood and tears follow
The night
A fear that hides away
Behind a veil, godforsaken in black

Swordsarms swing
And the pride fathers our forefathers' root
We swore,
That in a fight shall never be betrayed
Your kin's blood
Stay rather soulless!

Death, Emptiness and Deceit..
...Are being sunk like steel
Men demand the battle
Men break the "faith"
Yes, men demand the death
Death and fall for Christian’s blood

Heathen we will always win
And Heathen we will always trust
The symbol will be borne to strengthen
The strength that goes over everything.

We have lost the hordes
To the enemy's sacrifice
But when we are gathered
It's told by our own wisdom that;
The one that doesn't risk anything, nothing wins

Balder's sign wounds high
A new Age will rise
It's been told
Like in a old myth
With cowardice shall cowardice show itself

Count The Dead!

3. In The Woods...

Pagan Myths
From the deep, eternal forests
A true melancholic atmosphere
Haunts this hidden world
Where men for hundreds of years
Have immortalized their cult.
One with this world
This is where I long to be ......

4. Creation Of An Ancient Shape

See this form of darkness
and search its endless feast
Floating through this storm
immortal histories

Cold and destructive
Wisdom which hailed from the north
crushing all good
With a touch of bare skin
Spread total fear through them hordes

As chaos strikes
and weakness dies

Armed in iron weapons
Die to reach the sky
Brave men into battle
Allfather, greet me in your hall

A creation
All it will rise again
Warriors strive for vengeance
Ancient shapes of creation

5. Wotan's Return

Sing for me..
To lift above in all these fallen walls,
And bleed for me
In the deepest release.
Travelling through honour
Travelling through strength
Voyage floating centuries keeps the key for wisdom
Feelings for the "lost" winds
Winds which howl reverse
Remote, the fields of oddities odours

But we will still appear in coats of mail,
And still obliterate these "old" origins,
While dreaming, a thousand choirs spell their hail
Towards faithfulness, become one with thee weapons.
Sword and soul

Wotan's Return





IN THE WOODS... LYRICS