Wyrd - The Harvest Day

Aijeke Davge, Aijeke Vetshera
Enter the Tjorvigard, Holy circle of bones
Aijeke Davge, Aijeke Vetshera
Pierce the reindeer's heart, spill the offerings life blood

Maijde Aijekik letti, maid verro?

Aijeke Davge, Aijeke Vetshera
Blood stains the wooden image as I call forth the gods
Aijeke Davge, Aijeke Vetshera
Aijeke, Seide, will you accept this sacrifise?

Maijde sjealkak tun stuorra Seide?

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 nothern 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

From the depths of the gray
Marching and singing they came
A noble ancient folk
Relic from the days of olde
These hearts burns with hate
These eyes cry from shame
From anger, from pain
Caused by your sickening ways
Long forgotten by mortals
Yet forever they have lurked
Behind the dread portals
Beyond the dimensional gates

Destroy! Ravage!
We'll put an end to your show
Kill! Burn!
Christians, jews, all must go!

On a dark autumn night,
Maybe a night just like this?
When the moon is hidden by frozen shroud
While humans are sleeping safe and sound
They march towards your village
Ready for burning and for pillage
One by one, the churces aflame
They'll cleanse the land, burn your world

Hysterical, irrational.
Vortex of utter meaningless
Black Hole Delirium.
Cast into the starshaped void
The misanthrope's masterplan,
call forth the forces of chaos
Witness the fall of the elements, invert the creation
Shimmering fluorescent black light, the ultimate reflection
Endless dreams of drifting in whir winds of deepest black
From the depths of Tuonela the riders arrive
Singing the age old song of death
That even the most coldhearted dread
Darkest manifestations of ungodly beauty,
blasphemous, yet divine

The sun sets forever, the misanthrope's masterplan

Hear the tune from the woodlands
Ghastly, forlorn
Hear the song of the forest
Pale, eternal!

I carve the runes for the spirits to speak
For the ghosts to dance among these trees
I chant the spells for the dead to live
For the souls to soar among the stars

Feel the eyes, staring at you
When you are all alone
Feel the cold, invicible hands
Touching all over you

When the fullmoon reaches it's zenith
Above this pale and cold forest
I enter the circle of bones
I recite the rites, embrace the night
I call forth the ancient spirits
Whom once roared in these woods

Once alive, alive once more

Crush the faith of weakling followers,
burn down their filthy shrines
Desecrate and mock their petty values,
avenge the deeds of history

Never forget. Never forgive.
I shall haunt you as long as you live
Never give up.
Never give in.
Stand your ground, strike down the enemy

700 years is not long enough,
forever itself would not be long enough
Recognize the signs in the world?
Smell the rage in the air?

You shall reap as you have sown.
And you have reaped nothing but misery