By the Gods...This pair of songs has had me captivated for well over a week. A grand tale of ravage and revenge, two worlds tearing another apart. If you seek a story, hear it be. Each creation I stumble on from this artist leaves me in awe and wonderment, rousing my fire and fervor, shaking the old roots within that know the world long ago. GIve yourself a treat. Give yourself an hour of remembrance and reward with a duo as migthy as Jotun. We begin another week with Wyrd...and it is a good week. (Try out the twenty minute mark on into about twenty five..I seem to be living in that portion of the song ever since I was able to pass the beginning).
1.Heathen Part 1 27:28
Cold autumn rain beats down on my bloodstained face.
In the clouded, misty morning sky I see ravens circle.
My blade now sheated tasted blood just hours before.
On the killing fields of honour pride is measured in war.
On the frozen fields of horror we'll avenge their deeds with our steel. With sorrowfilled heart I stroll ahead on my nightly patrol.
Songs of battle still echoing in my mind.
Reminding me of the night at the coast when we saw the horde of ships. Closing in on us in the horizon.
Unprepared we were when they came to shore.
Waving their swords, screaming the name of an unknown god.
Burned our villages, desecrated our shrines.
Replaced our old gods with icons of their false faith.
From behind they sneaked on us like the cowards they are.
Forced us to retreat in shame, filled our hearts with pain and rage.
You might kill our kin but you can never crush our spirit
The heathenpride in northmen's minds will always remain
Like fire scorched earth we are reborn
With autumns coldest winds we'll return
Proud in our hearts, unmatched in our might
We are pure heathen wrath unbound
As I awake from my remembrance one single tear scrolls
down to my scarred cheeck. I return to our mountain camp
the hideaway of the few survivors of their "holy" massacre
We pray for might, our shamans survey the runes
We call forth the elements to fight along side us on this pagan cause
We swear an oath of allegiance to old gods
We will not rest until we find revenge
We shall return the pride of our northern lands for now and forever
We will not sleep until we find revenge
Until every single soul of those fucking worms
sails the black waters of Tuonela
Yet even Tuoni would reject that scum
Their pitiful souls shall forever be cursed to haunt these woods at night
Horizon will burn with thousand fires.Swords shall clatter, warcrys echo.
Steel shall sings it's merciless song in the gloomy autumn night.
Meadows shall be covered with blood, foul stench of rotting flesh.
Vultures and rats will feast on the corpses of the deceased.
Rivers of blood of the fallen warriors, severed limbs lying all around.
The Gods of War will be satisfied. In the gloomy autumn night.
2.Heathen Part 2 23:44
And when the night falls again,
we proud men of north gather around the bonfires.
To sharpen our swords, saddle our horses
and whisper one final prayer to the Gods of War.
May the winds hear our cries.May the stars call our names.
And when the moon is on the wave we'll ride to victory.
Or ascend to another plane of existence.
We call forth the archaic forces.We summon the element.
We sing our prayers to the four winds.
Raise our chalices towards the skies.
When the fullmoon rises to sky we ride towards
our desecrated village.
Filled with rage and Ukkos might shouting
oaths of battle. Singing songs of war.
In the name of mighty Ukko we will send them to Tuonis doors.
Berzerk we attack steel singing in the light of the moon.
Outnumbered we are but filled with heathen wrath.
One by one, we cut down their troops
swords swinging in the light of the moon.
Singing their hateful age old song of death.
Blood fire and steel. Their enemies fates are sealed.
We remove their icons.
We crucify their priest to their holy cross.
We'll burn their holy scriptures sink their
To the marshes of the proud northern woods.
We have returned the pride of this land.
For now and forever.
Unchained Heathen Wrath.
THE MAD BARRON
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