In ancient times once rode across the land, a man unknown on a horse of untold grand, adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold of whom the tales since ages unknown told...

The man arrived at the shore of sea and gazed onto the nightly sky, his ears could hear and his eyes could see two ravens dark as night passing by...

In a distance far the thunder sounds and lightnings reached the frozen grounds
His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong as the day now came, awaited oh so long...

Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed
When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day...
Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand
For a heathenish foray...

Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow
Over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face
So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill
Like a welcome to all those who trod this place...

He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck
He forced his way though he didn't saw the path
But he did not rest, 'til he had crossed this land of chill and the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill...

His eyes could see the forrest shining bright and it's trees reflected solens golden light
The sound of horns then reached his ears, to welcome him and take away his fears...

From all their lands the kings, they came with their retinue of countless men, and the maiden in full armour sat on their horses, winged, until the right began...

So he rested a while an recovered from his ride
The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light, and the elder ones sang tales about the past, of their ancestors pride, that will forever last...

As the darkness fell and gone was solens light
The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride, who gatheren in a mighty battle-line and awaited their Gods to give the final sign...

On eagle's swift and supple wings I tore through the utter black
No clouds above, no ground below
The flame's my only light
I fell into nothingness until the impact ceased my fall, into a world unknown to man....

From a forest, unspoiled, unseen, I perceived a whispering, summoning me to follow the path of no return
Step by step I walked this route nobody ever built
Holding tight onto my shield and sword....

A cloaking darkness embraces me
Though flames are burning bright
In a distance far a flickering
The blaze my guiding light
Snow, caress me, sharp and cold, in the very depths of my hearth
Tired, frightened now I am, my will now fall's apart...

From a forest, unspoiled, unseen, I perceived a whispering, summoning me to follow the path of no return
Step by step I walked this route nobody ever built
Holding tight onto my shield and sword....

At first I know, unknown to rulers, or any human mind
Help it is named, for help it can give in hours of despair...

I know a third, in the thick of battle, if my need be great
It will blunt the edges of swords and axes, their weapons will make no wounds

I know a ninth, when need I have to shelter my ship on the flood
The wind it calms, the waves it smoothes and puts the sea to sleep

The Wise One has spoken the words in the hall
Joy to him who understood

I grew and I throve well
Word from word gave words to me
Deed from deed gave deeds to me

When I brethern lead to battle I chant it behind my shield
Unwounded they go
Unwounded they return
Unscathed whereever they are

I know another, only few know
The names of the falles ones
About the high ones, elves and gods
I can name them all

The Wise one has spoken the words in the hall
Joy to him who understood

I grew and I throve well
Word from word gave words to me
Deed from deed gave deeds to me

The Wise One has spoken the words in the hall
Needful for men to know
Hail the speaker, hail to who knows
Joy to him who understood

For Manalis en Velandur!
Mannen, t'leve ma nej evig duur...

Herjan vear et bluden naart
Dounear daveirjent ab Roudenbaard

There lurks evil round each bend of the road
A long life you must not look to have, so great are the hatreds grown

For manalis en Velandur!
Mannen, t'leve ma nej evig duur...

Herjan vear et bluden naart
Dounear daveirjent ab Roudenbaard

Among kinsmen remain free from fault and reproach
Be slow to wrath though they wrong you much
In death this will do you good

To battle is better than to be burned in the hall
Although it gleams with gold

Foraan
Mannen!!!
Trekker
Vi Naar
Roman Land

Foraan kaempen
For manalis en Velandur
Trekkar vi naar
Vear dej Wal'es kiest

For manalis en Velandur!
Mannen, t'leve ma nej evig duur...

Herjan vear et bluden naart
Dounear daveirjent ab Roudenbaard

From beyond a twilight horizon where mountains were covered with snow
Once a man on a horse came the way
On an early autumnal morning, when dew lay chill on the ground
And the sun's first rays heralded the day
To rest at last after riding for more than three days and nights
Through the woods and across the shallow landscapes
To finally reach the village the rumours where talking about
And where the heathen king lived for many years

His golden armour was shining by the light of awakening sun
And in his hand he held a bronzen shield
On which the runes all were written by a blacksmith of wisdom great
To guide him on his way so long
He had come to bring the message the king has given to him
To be conveyed into all heathen countries
And he told about their brethern, overtaken by christian men
Now punished by the cross and christian laws

So the man dismounted and his horse was taken by it's bridle to be brought into the stabling
Meanwhile he was lead to the hall where the king sat on his greatseat
Forthwith he told him the reasons for his coming
And withing a few minutes all people were gathered by the king's mighty voice
So he rose on his feet and began to speak about the greatest heathen host ever see
Passing towards their brethern land...

After three days and nights of riding the frontier they finally reached
With their hearths wholly determined
And encountered the christian church in their once sacred woods
As the chaplain just chimed the bell
At once they put the spurs in their horses
Hearths were filled with rage and hate
And in their hands they held the torches
When Odhinn was amongst and Tyr was leading their hearts into a world of anciest mysteries...

The night the longswords where grinded and the shields were forged in blood, by the hands of most dextrous blacksmiths, and sacrifices were given to the Goddesses and the Gods
In the woods by the mighty tree, known in heathen kingdoms as the mighty Irminsul that was built as an immense landmark of heathen pride and honour and a symbol of what shall be...

Se hon valkyrjur

"Heill dagr.
Heilir dags synir.
Heil nótt ok nift.
Óreiðum augum
Lítið okkr þinig
Ok gefið sitjöndum sigr."

"Heilir æsir.
Heilar ásynjur.
Heil sjá in fjölnýta fold.
Mál ok mannvit
Gefið okkr mærum tveim
Ok læknishendr, meðan lifum"

The morning sun is rising, the forest cloaked in gold and the mist surrounds the mountains, the landscape calm and cold

The hall of bronzen shields up high in a distance far shining bright and the horns are sounding from afar for Walkiesjar

A gentle breeze caresses me while runes are warily cast, heralding fate and fortune, my future and my past

On supple wings two ravens fly, to lead us to ultimate truth, and the horns are sounding from afar for Walkiesjar

Long is one night, and long the second one
How can I...how can I wait through three?

Once a month...a month seemed less to me compared to this one night of waiting for her...

As dear to no man in days past was maid as she is to me
But no elf, no god, will grant my prayer that I may lie with her...

Hail to thee, Veraldur!

Long is one night, and long the second one
How can I...how can I wait through three?

Once a month...a month seemed less to me compared to this one night of waiting for her...

Arise, Skirnir, now ride swiftly to Frey, my son, and ask him this: "With whom is the Wise one so angry, so sad at hearth?"

Hail to thee, Veraldur!

To stake life on the luck of the dice is better than to be a coward
The day of my death is by fate, my time is fixed

Night has fallen
Now we must ride over the misty mountains, the fells of the troll-folk
We shall both arrive or both fall...into the hands of Gymir

Hail to thee, Veraldur!