SVARTAHRID LYRICS

1. By The Northwind

Haunted while sleeping.
Released from here and now by their ancestors.
Traditional ceremony once called archaic.
Found a true, deeper meaning.
New-born muses rise.....from Bolivian.

Eyes were open at last.
Disguised by an athem.
Blown by the northwind.
A message was served them.
They were chosen to abandon.
Their present way of life.
Ordered to return.
Enter their "abinitioanimuses".

2. The Omniscient

Peace of mind when light of day is whitening.
A solemn mist of melancholy rages.

An old man shadow-less he was.
With no need for a name.
Beyond age he was.
Appeared in ominous omniscient.
His eyes were glimmering.
They revealed a pain.
A longing for an end.

The omniscient entering his sacristy.
In dark solemnity.

3. Never To Fall

I am the son, the eternal one.
I walk the border, guards the faith behind the veil of time.
I am, and I will always be THERE.

In times of glory there came men...dressed in white.....
With no pride...
They talked about God and of sin.
And they slayed all who wouldn't believe.
Their words of peace and forgiveness.
Forced upon them the God of emptiness.

Never to fall - Stand proud
Never to fall - Northern Gods

Now the time of change is here.
God have met the northern winter.

Now the time of change is here.
Rise from your graves o' lords.

4. Einmaanad

(Ymes blod vender hjem)

.....Baner seg
stier....fosser.......bekker.....
Blant ulmende knokler og spirende liv,
Som yudige Froyas besettende blikk.
.....Uhemmet lekende.......lokkende......
Glitrende tarer.....av gildeste solver.
Hilser det Tvinnil med glede....pa
gjensyn.....
Denne veldige vuggen....dets hjem....
....Store Bla......Atals myr....

Mane gloder.
Egger Yme...til hamskifte.
Som Froyas oyne-dansende, lekende.
Skal fjellheimens snekledte
vende tilbake....hjem.....
Lange bekker, ned fosser...mot kilden.
Veldige Atals myr....
Atter gjester Froy oss.
Faderlig rundhandet.
Sjenker oss atter....
......Einmaanads grode......
Ymes frosne konkler vakner
fra rensende sovn.
Under Vinterhvelvs vinge.

[English translation]

(Yme's blood returns home)

.......creating paths......waterfalls.....brooks
Amongst smouldering knuckles and sprouting life
Like sweet Froya's bewitching look.
Unrestrained, playing....seducing....
Shimmering tears...of precious silver.
It greets Tvinnil with pleasure....
we'll meet again...
This vast cradle...its home
.......Big Blue........Atal's marsh

The moon is glowing.
Urging Yme.....to shed his coat.
Like Froya's eyes - dancing, playful.
The mountain's snow-clothed one
Will return.....home.....
Along brooks, down waterfalls.....
towards the source.
Mighty Atal's marsh....
Again Froya is visiting.
Fatherly generous.
Again he bestows us with.....
.....One month of harvest......
Yme's frozen knuckles awake
From purifying sleep.
Beneath the Winter Skies

5. Throne Of Thorns

As the sunrise flickers and the angels fall.
I behold the rise of the northern star.
Draped in fire and ice, the resurrection.
Visions of a birth so long ago foreseen.

When the world crumbles and falls to dust.
In the ruins I will stand.

Let the icy light embrace you.
And the shining star guide you.
To my eternal kingdom of emptiness.
My beloved throne of thorns.

When the world crumbles and falls to dust.
In the ruins I will stand

Grant me your soul for one cold kiss.
Follow me, for I am the legion.
In fire I descend, for....

"I AM THE RESURRECTION"

6. Odins Skojld

Dei grame fra Asgard, signet ham til a fore
sitt asatro folk til kamp bak Odins skjold.
Nordavinden bar deres kvad til hans ore.
Til Borsonns are skulle Norsonner i Nidgjold.
Dette var lagnaden, Heimdals sonners ledd.
Til are for Vognguden og Forndinners tro.
Skulle ynkelige gudevarger spiddes pa spydodd.
Og Mannsblot og Asatroens stolte glod atter gro.

Kamplysten lettet hans sorgtunge beyn.
Hatet til hvitekrists treller gjorde ham stinn.
Alle kristne som kom for hans syn fik
nadelost smake hans blotslystne sinn.

7. Relentless

In the north the mighty mountains
reach relentlessly to the sky.
They have always been there, and will
always be while the time passes by.

Even when the world crumbles
and falls to dust.
The north will stand proud and mighty
as the sign of Odin and glory.

We refuse to fall under the cross.
We'll fight to the last man has fallen.
Even then we will not give in.
We have chosen to live in eternal sin....

So let the Gods of our fathers in.
And guide you through the nets of lies.
So you may walk proudly in this world
until the day of reckoning, when all men dies.

8. Solbravnen - Nordens demring

En glitrende gra solvkledd mane.
Fra tidenes morgen en solvravnen var sendt.
Den for som et trollsyn i natten.
Eggende trollsyn lunt vevd inn i et sjel av
sorgkledd take.

En vitring om svigul, om blod gilde, strid.
Ravnen messet intenst og lokkende.
Sjeletarende toner fra oven kloyver stillhetens
lappede skjold.
Omslort av rimkald natt

I tidenes morgen verken sol eller mane.
Et tomrom uten jord og himmel.
Nivlheims strid i mot Muspelheim
var det eneste i tomhetens gapende svelg.
I dette kosmiske skjaringpunkt,
ble Yme den forste
av hans legeme lagde Borsonn jord,
himmel og hav.

Enda kan man se av Muspells hete gnister
stjerner blinke mot Ymes veldige skalle.

Nordens demring......
den forste, den eneste....
Nordens demring......
den forste, den storste....

[English translation]

"Silver Raven - Dawn Of The North"

A glittering, grey, silver-clad moon,
From the beginning of time a silver raven was sent.
It flew like a vision in the night.
Alluring vision woven in a shawl of
Mournful fog

A message of "svigul", of blood feast, of battle
The raven intense and enthrallingly recites
Soul splitting tunes from above rips
The patched shield of silence.
Surrounded by frost cold might.

In the beginning of time neither sun nor moon.
An empty space without heaven or earth.
Nifelheim's battle against Muspellheim
Was all in the wide-open emptiness.
In this cosmic junction, Yme became the first
Of his body Borsonn made earth, heaven and ocean.

Still one can see Muspell's hot sparks
Stars flashing at Yme's enormous skull.

Dawn of the North...the first, the only....
Dawn of the North....
the first, the greatest....

9. Infernal Bridges

Seduced by evil desecrated by doubt.
I am trapped, frozen by the oath.
But yet I do like it. I surely uninhibited.

Infernal bridges eternal chaos.
The only sight behind my back.
Time has no power anymore.
The momentum....my end is present.

Cold firm hands of death.
Femme fatale, frozen limbs lead my way.
Gliding like shadows through broken mirrors.
White human life pass in review.
Entering a mental vision.
Riddles interlaced in poetry
uncovering keys.

Stranded....stripped to the core.
Floating above the Abyss.
The black hole "the nowhere" beyond present.
Yet to be introduced to destination unknown.







SVARTAHRID LYRICS