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Weary wanderers
Marching on and on
What I used to be
Now seems so long gone

Whether it's right or it's wrong

Cry havoc heathens

Fairest place upon this earth
Ours and all descendants right of birth
All we have of native soil
Owed to tears and sweat of forbears toil

Legends should recall their…

[Chorus:]

Ellindur Bóndi á Jaðri
Flestøll munnu hann muna
Hann var so væl til barna komin
Tríati átti hann synir

Her er gott at dansa

Ellindur stendur á hallargólvi

Days are long and nights are cold, the rivers run
I'm swept away down distant paths, the road goes on
From the halls of the free to the tower of torment
Where treasures lie in mountains high

The silent fields of stars so far and wide
The oceans of infinity, the great divide
In the heavens on high is a light so lonely

Ways of the wary and the ordinary
Won't take all my time, waste all my days, let me rephrase

All expire, I lived by the lyre
Follow me

To the fields of the fallen
Where the legends lie

Flames of the free, just come and take me
After I burn it will be your turn

Ancient tales tell how life began in the ice and flames of the old world Burning
Recent times tell of trial and error, the reign of terror will soon be
Turning

Cages of fear that the future holds nothing but our dismal past with a

Hevjið í homrum
harðmælta kvæðið,
villu valkyrjur,
vetrarins børn,
tit mínar frælsu,
froysandi hvirlur,
føddar av ódn.

Gestur villur frá hollini gongur, blindur er hann og fáur
Motir hann einum gomlum manni allur í haerum gráur:
"Far tú taer í Grasgarðar og ráð fyrj tínum bú eg skal maer fyrj Heiðrik
kong og gátur kenna nú"

Treðum laettliga dansin, dagurin skín so fagurliga
Komið er haegst á summarið.

Tell me not that there is a higher
Truth to life than my own
And forces of unseen kind
Beyond our imagination
At the end of the day
Right or wrong must depend on
Weak or strong, and how would we
Hang the last hangman

Brother it breaks my heart
How this could be your part
Chains of a tyranny
Left you in poverty, famine and despair

Ill are the tidings too
Freedom comes not for you
Though I would rather stay

Some things we cannot mend
And good times always come to end
Here at the dawn of day a painful path
Unfolds before my eyes

So if you will, mortal men, remain
Fly my away,chooser of the slain
Above the blood drenched fields

Heathen heart
Pagan pride
Faring far
Sword by Side
Tribal times
Northern nights
Hidden high
Runic rites I was told

I am anger
Under pressure
Lost it cages
A prisoner
The first to escape

I am wicked
I am legion

Much may change in the life of a man
Now I will sing of how the war first began
How these dark days of doom became mine
It was the year Nine Hundred And Ninety Nine

When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes

Holding high the old way

Wanton wager
On a war torn way
Take my treasure
For another day

Fettered felines and a battle swine
Feast like there's no future now, showing no restraint
Mead and mayhem, golden drink divine

Bóndin og Risin leikadu leik
Risin vann og bóndin veik
"Eg havi lúkað treytir mín
Nú vil eg hava sonin tín
Eg vil hava sonin frá taer,
Uttan tú goymir hann fíri maer."
"Heitið á Óðan Aesakong,
Tá man goymslan gerðast long.

Shakes the ground in agony the lord of lies
Once for every drop of venom in his eyes
Anger festers in his heart and loud he cries
My revenge will be the end and you will

See me rise, out of fact and fiction, sacrifice
Raise your hands

Nine worlds of lore
This is the place we keep the weapon of war
Why have you come to Jotunheim all alone
You must be tired and in vain you have flown
I'll keep this force to fell the

Nine worlds of lore
Such was the world in dark days of yore

"Hvørt skal tú riða, Ólavur mín
á lofti hongur brynja tín

Tú fer ikki at veiða tað hind
men tú fer til tína leikalind

Hvit er skjúrtan, væl er hon tvigin

1. Viljið tær hoyra kvæði mítt,
viljð tær orðum trúgva,
um hann Ólav Trygvason,
hagar skal ríman snúgva.

Niðurlag: ⇒
Glymur dansur í høll,
dans sláið ring

Tøgn gomul søgn forminnis mál
Hevnd og hatur nevnd øvundar bál
Á vígvøllum vónin hon doyr
Hátt for heljar grind garmurin goyr

Vindøld, Vargøld er komin
Skeggøld, skølmøld brátt farin er

Ragnarok

Tøgn, gomul søgn, forminnis mál
Hevnd og hatur nevnd øvundar bál
Á vígøllum vónin hon doyr
Hátt for heljar grind garmurin goyr

Vindøld, Vargøld er komin

From the fields of concrete slabs, towers of
stone. 'cross an ocean before his bow
Came the haggard Warrior all clad in rust of
the Rainbow to tell us how

Our ways unchanged for centuries do dismay
concrete hearts
Wake emotions perfect for his confidence tricks

Ramund var sig en bedre mand
Om han havde bedre klæder
Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
Af blågarn, bast og læder
"Sådant vil jeg ikke ha," sagde Ramund.
"Sådant står mig ikke bra," sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund gik sig ved salten søstrand

Ramund var sig en bedre mand
Om han havde bedre klæder
Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
Af blågarn, bast og læder
"Sådant vil jeg ikke ha," sagde Ramund.
"Sådant står mig ikke bra," sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund gik sig ved salten søstrand

Viljið tær nú lýða á
Meðan eg man kvøða
Um teir ríku kongarnar
Sum eg vil nú um røða

Chorus
Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði

Northern wind, hail and thunder, blackened sky
All my mind like seagulls soaring high
All these eastern ways lock our minds in darkened halls
Ride to fight it now my chieftain calls

There's a fire in his eye
As he holds his hungry sword into the sky

You who think the hue of your hide means you are to blame
And your father's misdeeds are his son's to carry in shame
Not mine I'll take no part
You can shove the sins of the your father where no light may pass
And kiss my Scandinavian ass

Pages of the past
How long will they last?

Herr Sinklar drog over salten hav,
til Norge hans kurs monne stande;
blant Gudbrands klipper han fant sin grav,
der vanked så blodig en pande.
- Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede

Ved Romsdals kyster han styred i land,
erklærete sig for en fjende;

Take your tyrant
Take your tyrant

Midwinter's eve falls hard upon the tyrant throne
Migrant birds to warmer lands have flown
As the tyrant ails, throw caution to the gales
Take but heart my friend, you're not alone

Ran around on this ground all you have got
Yesterday went away still you did not
understand in the end we have to leave
Can't believe, I can't believe, still I just can

Not believe that I would deceive and not try to leave from the web that you weave,
I have to

Mercy, spare me, I was but jesting
Didn't mean to cut all her hair off
Listen, I will make the sons of

Iwald forge her, you won't regret this
New hair, see here
Dwarves are fine craftsmen
Simple, you know, they make let me

feat. Liv Kristine

One morning
As the leaves were falling
I found my life leaving
Couldn't help but calling
And he must have heard my cry
Turning to me with a tear in his eye

Over the ground on the leaving land
We stand united on our way to forever
Under the mound time will take it's toll
We fall divided and it seems that we never learn

Who is right
Who is wrong
See the light

Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high above
Cold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleep
I see you go south on the evening tide, end your fight
Futile attempts, you can't change the way, of our day and age of heathen and Hel

"I've been living here from when I was born
And my heathen kin it was that found and then populated this land
Who is then this man who demands my scat

Vilja tit lýða og ljøð geva mær, eg brøti av bragdartátti
Kongur ráddi for Nøriki, hann tøgva synir átti

Rennur og rennur foli mín
Grønari grund og vín bar reyða lund
Stig at dansa stund
Kátur leikar foli mín
Á grønari grund

Vilja tit lýða og ljóð geva mær, eg bróti av bragdartátti
Kongur ráddi for Nøríki, hann tógva synir átti

Rennur og rennur foli mín
Grønari grund og vín bar reyða lund
Stíg at dansa stund
Kátur leikar foli mín
Á grønari grund

Faiths and fools will pretend they have the answers to all
In awe they'll defend fictional visions of mist

I never believed in their stories
I never saw sense in their speech
All they ever taught me was hatred

Trough the ages your desolate pages we're forced to learn

Veiða valkyrjur
Og fáur kann feigdini forða
Í ótali
Fækkast frægir
Økjast einherjar
Flúgva valkyrjur á val
Veiða valkyljur
Og mangur fer mótfallin maður

Frændir teir á skógin ríða
Við so góðum treysti
Sóu brenna heitan eld
Og hartil fagrar kostir
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja
Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa
Hoyrast kundi langan veg sum teirra sporar ringja
Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja