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Se Storm - The Storm
02:37
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Instrumental
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Lyrics:
Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal iċ tō Wælhealle gān
Ġif iċ on beaduwe fealle, uwberen me Wōdens Wælcyrgum
For nū se dæġ cymþ, sċeal iċ æt þǣm langan sigebēode ond andlang etan
Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal mīn heortan gesælig bēon
Iċ wille mid Ēsa drincen
Wælheall, wigas healle
Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal iċ tō Wælhealle gān
Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeall iċ mid urum ildrum drincan
Iċ wille mid Ēsa drincen
Wælheall, wigas healle
(If I die by the sword, to Walhall shall I go
If I fall in battle Woden’s Walcyrie will bear me
For now comes the day when I shall feast at the long table of victory
If I die by the sword, my heart shall be happy
I will drink with the Esa
Walhall, warrior’s hall
If die by the sword, to Walhall shall I go
If I die by the sword, with my forebears shall I drink
I will drink with the Esa
Walhall, warrior’s hall)
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Wē āgryndaþ fram þǣm beorge
Regen fielþ uppan þǣm sunnigan dene
Se dæġ is onfeallende
Trēow liġþ biforan ūs
Þā pincan liċġaþ behindan ūs
Se storm styrmþ innan Midsumora
Wē feorsiaþ þǣm tō þǣm fȳre
Fram þǣm beorge tō þǣm dene
Fram þǣm dene tō þǣm beorge
Wē frēolsiaþ on Wodnesdæg
Beorscipe ābītt ūs
Wē wordlaþ mid þǣm Goda
Fram þǣm beorge tō þǣm dene
Fram þǣm dene tō þǣm beorge
(We descend from the mountains
Rain falls upon the sunlit valley
The day is overwhelming
Trees lie before us
The mountaintops behind us
The storm rages in Midsummer
We wayfare to the fire
From the valley to the mountains
From the mountains to the valley
We celebrate Woden's Day
We commune with the Gods
From the valley to the mountains
From the mountains to the valley)
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Ō mihtiġ Tīw, ġief meċ þīn strengþe
Þū, hwā ġēafe þīnan hand þone wulfe bindan
Lǣte meċ ūran hāligan grāfan beorgan
Forġiete nāht þā beorgas hwǣr ūra dryhtnēas lāgon
Þīna rūna āgræfe iċ uppan mīnum hilt, uppan mīnre weard and uppan mīnum blæd
Iċ ċealliġe forþ “Tīw, Tīw!“
Þū, se æwebringer, se mǣsta þrymam æf Ōs, ġief meċ maniġe ġewunnene beadwa
Swā anhende Ōs, hīe inclypiað þē
Ahende Ōs, æwe god
Tō sōþe, tō lage and lēafe,
Tō mærum dædum, and mihitigum wordum
Sigedryhten, Sōðfæer
Anhende Ōs, æwe god
Þū fēdest þone wulf, þē ōðera gefærte
Þū nōme his trēwðe, þē getī wæs hē
Æwe god, hāl aboede
Tīw þū bist tacna, healdest trēwða well
Leode laðað Heargwearde, and lofiað þīnne nama
Æwe god, hāl aboede
Þinges Tīw, þrymcyning
Þū fēdest þone wulf, þe oðera gefærte
Þū nome his trewðe, þe geti wæs hē
Æwe god, hāl aboede
Æwe god, hāl aboede
(Oh mighty Tiw, give me your strength
You, who gave your hand to bind the wolf
Let me save our holy groves
Forget not the barrows where our dead lie
I carve your runes upon my hilt, upon my guard, and upon my blade
I call forth "Tiw, Tiw!"
You, the lawbringer, the strongest of Os, give me many battles won
So one-handed god, they call you
One-handed Os, law god
For truth, for justice, and for what's dear
To mighty deeds, and mighty words
Lord of victory, lord of truth
One-handed Os, law god
You fed the wolf, when others would not
You did the dead, when bound was he
Law god, whole abide
Tiw, you are a symbol of truth
The people praise you, and your name
Law god, whole abide
Thing god, strong king
You fed the wolf, when others would not
You did the dead, when bound was he
Law god, whole abide
Law god, whole abide)
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Sēo Āc - The Oak
07:19
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Iċ sċac' for þone wudu æf sorge
Iċ ġewīt' þās hæfene tōweard þǣm wuda æf uncnāwanunge
Restleasīċe wandriġ' iċ
Fram weġe inn þȳ dryġan wuda bellen þā wulfas
Hīe stariġen æt mē
þæt wiermþu wīcid and mē sċeal cald bēon
Beforan þǣre ǣċ cnēowle iċ
Iċ swef' mē for þǣm lǣste mǣle
þiestru belīfeþ
(I depart for the woods of sorrow
I leave this haven toward the woods of unknowing
Restlessly I wander
From the arid path wolves howl
They stare at me
The warmth leaves me and now I am cold
Before the oak I kneel
I rest for the last time
Darkness remains)
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Epic black metal formed in the infernal depths of California.
Heavenfield is a one-man black metal
project formed in 2017. It tells of the legends of ancient folklore sung in dead tongues. Black metal skaldic songs of gods forgotten.
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