1. ÞE HIM & HREFNAGOD GAELÐ

Herað hleoðor þe hlimð zeond þæm sele þæra uinda.
Suehð on suezle suinsunge fægran þæs ðunres.
Zieddian þ ærende þa ealdan uord
þaðe mæleð be þæm mæpðum zemunon uel þ.
Lif bið læne belifan mæz siðþan dom ane.
Feoð ze reczay þ sumbel onzinneð þæra hpemma.
Blæcan bodan þa beacnu sizores on lypt hlifiað.
Ac forhtiað nane feonday zeferan bealde oðþe cualu seoðe cymð on zecampey stopie.
Uyrd bið aræd sua uirce seðe more domey ær deaðe.


2. WODNESUNO

They journeyed so far on swans'- riding, that glimmering sound where the wave- cutters play while the sky- jewel poured gold down upon them, and as friya's tears did dance on the waves. They sank shafes into warriors and virgins, no hedge- rider cast thero an eye, for they were all born sons of woden, and their time had nor yer come to die...

Fearlessness steads more than feinrheart, for a man who would put, his wose our of side for the lenght of our days and the time of our death were fated long ago afore they did ride. When the calling for them to pass wælgrind echoed loudly round eozenes dome then they laid down their weapons beside them, and entered the hills of home...

But a foreign god, came to these golden shores, bringing misfortune and lies, bringing our world's demise, but rise, the mound is cracked in two, ancienz ones alive, sons of woden ride, never die, ride from wælhealle's gates, ride the wind kites, follow thy fates. My sire was æse my dam was elme, bathed in fire, breath of woden. Alien god has failed. Ride...

Jeoð ze fela þeoda zerlæzend on þæm maman elpendizres zodes beatene brocene burnene drencede forðæm manay leasan ful. Feoð ze sriðes zod cymeð zeona þæm zeofone mennum in byrnum yærney brozdene laðe cpellende broðru nimende sueostra rzelende land suaðær seras sculon irnan to beorzenne lif fram fyrum ðe birnað þ sueorcað þa uinday þy ycenze flæscbpyna. þrosunda sculon beon zeutælende uodnesuno ridað to sigere...

When the æsctree is weighty with corpses, and the rebond encloses the circle one more, when the sign of the hammer is righted, and the masses praise gods whowere born to these shores, when the children are proud of their father, sons of woden wherever they roam, then once more we can lay down our weapons, and enter the hills of home...


4. SIGORLEOÐ

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5. NI FUIL AN SABRAS AÐRAGAD DEAÐ

First ye must plough afore ye can sow and the seed must be planted afore it can grow. The corn must well ripen afore it can grow. The corn must well ripen afore we can reap and the grain must be ground afore bread we eat...

Mundilfær's kin cross the sky never meeting, they'll never turn back for the wolf jaws are gaping, they journey from east to the west, they are never escaping, they'll never change time and they'll never change. Wyrd and so do you think to recorder this life, do you think that the spoke can change it's place locked in the wheel which is endlessly rolling forever on and on and on...

First must be winter afore comes the spring and the forest awaken afore the birds sing, the summer days lenghten afore they must wane and the harvest be gathered afore the samhain...

Mundilfær's kin cross the sky never meeting, they'll never turn back for the wolf jaws are gaping, they journey from east to the west, they are never escaping, they'll never change time and they'll never change. Wyrd and so do you think to recorder this life, do you think that the spoke can change it's place locked in the wheel which is endlessly rolling forever on and on and on...

See the old man as he pain- fully draws his last breath and wonders whar wonders lurk beyond the dark veils of death; in the endlessly falling he finds him self crawling again, re-enters the circle where only the pain stays the same. Only the pain stays the same. You enter the circle again. Just as the corn yields the grain so the grain must yield corn once again... First comes the darkness afore comes the dawn and the blood must be present afore one was born; the child must find learning afore he can grow til forgetfullness withers afore we return below.

Mundilfær's kin cross the sky never meeting, they'll never turn back for the wolf jaws are gaping, they journey from east to the west, they are never escaping, they'll never change time and they'll never change. Wyrd and so do you think to recorder this life, do you think that the spoke can change it's place locked in the wheel which is endlessly rolling forever on and on and on (Ni ƒuil an sabras aðragad deað)


6. TO WÆLHEALLE

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7. I HEAR THE MOUNTAIN

Listen to the thunder shake the hills, awaken not the giants who sleep to still. As the lightning through the storm, through your hearth may be so warm, theres a fire which rages within. And the song may not waken me, and the strong may threaten me, stood so long against the wind and rain. Where the ravens fly so high, where the earth caress the sky, I shall climb to the ancient gods who reign. I hear the mountain call my name, awake the hearts of those who will remain, these ancient ones will e'er reside and they call for me to enter the mountainside. Listen to theirwhisper in your heart, so loud it tears your mind and soul apart. To the faithfull ever clear, to the brave it brings no fear. Theres a river which rages within. Though long may the journey seem, though life may seem just a dream, and the wolves maybe many in the night, when the gods ignore my cry, when my foes wish me to die, I will never give up the will to fight. I hear the mountain call my name, awake the hearts of those who will remain, these ancient ones will e'er reside and they call for me to enter the mountainside...the mountainside...


8. LEGION OF DEATH


Now proud our legions stand, our banners fyin' in the wind. Swords glisten, shinin' in the sun ere it's begun the battle's won...
I'm the one
Here's my son
He was born
Out of the sun.
I'm the one
Here's my son
See his heart
His time is come so raise the battle hail...

See how the weak ones flee; the proud and strong alone will stay. Raise weapons, harken to the sound which cleaves the sky and curs the ground...

I'm the one
Here's my son
He was born
Out of the sun.
I'm the one
Here's my son
See his heart
His time is come so raise the battle hail...

Raise the mighty hand of doom and reach our with the sword of justice to smite from the earth all those who dishonour the virtues of power, strenght and might. Let their screams fill the air, let their lifesblood fall on the battle- scarred earth, and let our mighty legion drink the blood of all those who stand against us in defiance of our noble quest.
Lords of death, I heed your call... now take my answer...

I'm the one
Here's my son
He was born
Out of the sun.
I'm the one
Here's my son
See his heart
His time is come so raise the battle hail...

Courage alone can set it free; the hero's heart inside of thee. Flesh withers, honour never dies, eternally our glory shines.

I'm the one
Here's my son
He was born
Out of the sun.
I'm the one
Here's my son
See his heart
His time is come so raise the battle
I'm the one
Here's my son
He was born
Out of the sun.
I'm the one
Here's my son
See his heart
His time is come so raise the battle, raise the battle hail...


9. HLIÐESCLEOF

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10. SAMHAIN

If fear still thy heart hold close to the fire;
The harvest moon rises and burns as the pyre
Mock not the ancients, invite not their curse;
Misfortune or mirth do they hold in their purse

Samhain

When Summer greets Autumn and green turns to gold,
When the barn is well laden stray not from the fold,
When Morrigen circles, her fortune to bring,
For does death treat the beggar more lightly than king?

Samhain

Summer's gone, the sun is dying;
Winter draws so harsh and cold;
Gates of Hell stand wide and open,
Forgotten realm of days of old;
Hope-fires burn caressing moonlight,
Tongues of flame lick the sky
Within the circle of the ancients
The fattened calf prepares to die

The forest sleeps, awaits the Springtime;
Beltaine's fire will bring new life;
Await the passing of the Winter;
Await the dawning of the new light
You want to know what holds the future;
You want to know of hope or fear?
Beware the swords the gods are speaking,
Some things you may not want to hear...

Choose well thy words lest folly be thine
Choose well desire lest suffer in time
Choose well thy thoughts be less fleeting than rain
Case the gods to thy bidding when they walk at Samhain

Samhain


11. JOHN BARLEYCORN

There was three men came out of the west,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow,
John Barleycorn should die.
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
Throwed clods upon his head,
And these three man made a solemn vow,
John Barleycorn was dead.

Then they let him lie for a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
Then little Sir John sprung up his head,
And soon amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
Till he looked both pale and wan,
And little Sir John he growed a long beard
And so became a man.

They hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee,
They rolled him and tied him by the waist,
And served him most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart,
And the loader he served him worse than that,
For he bound him to the cart.

They wheeled him round and round the field
Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn mow
of poor John Barleycorn.
They hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller he served him worse than that,
For he ground him between two stones.

Here's little Sir John in a nut-brown bowl,
And brandy in a glass;
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the stronger man at last.
And the huntsman he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly blow his horn,
And the tinker he can't mend kettles or pots
Without a little of Barleycorn.


12. & AESCTREOW

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13. BELOVED OF THE RAVEN GOD

When sðl bathed rind´s rival in mardoll´s eyelash-dew, and the powers of dwarves burden gazed from home of the chosen few, then the mother of the earth-ring-bane, ygg´s first tree-clad bride, danced gaily neath the world-hall´s flame and edder´s ease beride- yer valley fish rest lightly, the sea.Thread withes and coils, for corpse-brand- thorns spread northway o'er blain's skull-fetter's soils to provoke the deaths of arm-fire-heits of nine-wave-mother's son. with third's deserted wife daimed theirs thus the ragnarok's begun. now onar's only daughter lies beaten, raped, betrayed since rome has waded ægir's road, called vidrir's line its slaves. yet svolnir mourns night's broken child who neath the elfdisc trod, on whom the all-bright wave-fire smiled, the beloved of the raven god.


14. HEART OF STEEL

Build a fire a thousand miles away
To light my long way home
I ride a comet, my trail is long to stay
Silence is a heavy stone
I fight the world and take all they can give
There are times my heart hangs low
Born to walk against the wind, born to hear my name
No matter where I stand I'm alone

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel

Burn the bridge behind you, leave no retreat
There's only one way home
Those who laugh and crowd the path and cut eachothers throats
Will fall like melting snow
They'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes
They'll bow their heads, their hearts will hang low
Then we'll laugh and they will kneel and know this heart of steel was
Too hard to break
Too hard to hold

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel