Wyrd...I had seen that name before in passing but was unaware of the power they possessed. I have been enchanted once more by a wild and strange call from the darkened woods and thunderous mountains. Huldrafolk holds two long tracks that carry a magnitude of creativity and range. The entire thing is a haunting gift from the cold north that seems to give and give. Start your week off right...start your week of Wyrd. Life fades away like the days Autumnal rains sweep the plains Once at one's journey's end So short seem our days The eternal arrow of life Points to one direction only No matter how you try The wheel keeps on turning Flames of life, flames of death Ashes of man and oak and pine Mingle and soar beyond the day Far beyond, north away Into the glacial waters Of the ice cold northern lakes The flame of life has sunken Deep down below the waves The skyline aflame burning red And the flames caress the stars Like fallen from the skies They mirror from water's placid surface Follow the sun, follow the moon Ashes of man and oak and pine Mingle and soar into the night Far beyond, north away While you live let your spirit soar And your fire burn forevermore As those who crawl Might as well be gone
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