OFÄRD LYRICS

1. Words From The Dead (The Living Won’t Listen)

[She is dead. One among thousands of people in Stockholm, New York, Tokyo or whichever cosmopolis you can think of. She is
ancient and too far gone. She is dead to the world.

To all bystanders she is just scum. An old beggar talking madness and reeking of piss. A walking corpse, always in the middle.
But she has been here longer than we can imagine. Haven`t you noticed her? Don`t you hear her singing and screaming,
whispering and stammering the truth of what is to come? Then, my friend, you are just like the rest. You breathe, but her words
still fall on dead ears.]

Wolves in the temple we are,
Locked jaw to jaw in vile opposition,
Blemish the gifts of the gods
Heaving our poison in clear-water rivers

Vargar i véum

The black sword of Surtr is ours,
Brandished to scorch our way through the masses.
The false tongue of Loki is ours,
The lies that we tell prove our best allies
Words from the dead

The living won ́t listen
Fear - our deepest fears

Are written in this saga,
Seer - please talk to me
The impending doom is near

Forsworn and furtive we stand,
Patching up holes on the ships that seclude us,
Harvesting nails till the end,
The hour is nigh, the eagre ́s upon us

Langrækið hafið

We battered and savaged the norns,
Took over the wheel, entangling our life-threads,
Fire and steel make the law:
Each pays its toll or burns down to ashes

Words from the dead
The living won ́t listen

Fear - our deepest fears
Are written in this saga,
Seer - please talk to me
The impending doom is near.

[Segersäll: Vocals, guitars, irish bouzouki, tin whistle, duduk.
Morten Gråfãll: Nyckelharpa.
Guests:
Matias Taubas Oyola: Bass / Pablo Taubas Oyola: Drums / Johanna Ribnikov Gunnarsson: backing vocals
Words and music by Segersäll. Arranged by Segersäll and Morten Gråfäll.]

2. Völvans Spådom

[At the roots of the nine known worlds, where the shadow of the Tree becomes one with the Abyss, Grimnir stands ready. The
roar of the underground rivers is defeaning but the Masked One cares not. Never before did he speak in vain and nor shall
he now. For his is the knowledge of the words of power and it is in him to know how mightily, how high they should be sung.
She sleeps in the mist, in the eternal veil of those whom the earthly element had claimed. She is gone and yet there she lies.

The truth is Grimnir needs her, as the crows needs the carrion, as a woman needs a man's seed, so does the Hanged One need
his sejdkona. Thus he sings for her. And when the echo of his galdr dies out, the burial mounds are all light and carcass and
spirit become one. She is here, she is now with us. Thus, she opens her dead eyes and begins her own song of vision and
delusion.]

[Óðinn:]
Völva! Rístu upp gamla, vitra kona.
Opnaðu dauð, hvít augun.
Horfðu í hyldýpið.
Til ókomna daga.
Völva!
Hvað sérðu? Hvernig endar þetta?

[Völva:]
Garm nu gräsligt skäller
framför Gnipahålan;
fjättern skall brista,
och fri blir ulven.
Då skälver Yggdrasil,
urträdet jämrar sig.

Bröder banemän bliva,
systrars barn
sitt släktskap spilla;
vindålder, vargålder,
hårt är i världen,
yxtid, klingtid,
innan världen störtas;
Naglfar lossnar.

Solen svartnar,
jord sänkes i hav,
flammande stjärnor från fästet falla
upp ångar imma, och elden lågar.

Dunklets drake flygande nalkas,
nedifrån Nidafjäll.
Människors kroppar,
på vingarna bär.

Men gammal är hon, trött är hon,
nu skall hon åter sjunka.

[Music by Morten Gråfäll. Arranged by Mårten Gråfãll and Segersäll.
Words in Old Icelandic by Segersæll. The Swedish text is loosely based on Erik Brate's rendition of Völuspá.
Segersäll – Vocals, Irish bouzouki, jaw’s harp, shawm, hulusi, månmarkapipa, hurdy gurdy
Morten Gråfãll – Nyckelharpa and programming
Guests:
Matias Taubas Oyola: Bass / Pablo Taubas Oyola: Drums / Johanna Ribnikov Gunnarsson: backing vocals.]







OFÄRD LYRICS