Walknut - Graveforests And Their Shadows lyrics
Tracks 01. Hrimfaxi
02. Motherland Ostenvegr 03. Come, Dreadful Ygg 04. The Midnightforest Of The Runes 05. Grim Woods 06. Skinfaxi 01. Hrimfaxi
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02. Motherland Ostenvegr
Once of Northern blood
Death and tragedy Everything in you Ghosts and mystery Under the grey banners of skies Where falkons sing their pride What haunts your iron dreams Motherland Ostenvegr? Endless fields Mists and horrid woods Barrows by the riverbanks And autumn wind above Long forgotten songs Human bones in the dirt Helmets and swords in rust The smell of graves and autumn soil Mighty olden oaks Always speak to me With their grim voices of the dead With their neverfading memories Once of Northern blood Death and tragedy Everything in you Ghosts and mystery 03. Come, Dreadful Ygg
Spirits of snow haunt this air
Dreams of a hanged man on the oak And Ravens speak their curses in ancient tongues: Come, the Murderer, Dreadful Ygg Where the old pinewoods pierce the skies Like the crooked runes of death Stain the sunset in blood Come, the Enemy, Dreadful Ygg Winterwitch breathes the cold smoke In the poems of Distant night Nordic heroism and seven winds Come, The Murderer, Dreadful Ygg Deadmen call your name With the painted faces of Yule With the horrid faces of Winter Come watch this world through our eyes Ghostmen call your name With the painted faces of Yule With the horrid faces of Winter Come, cut the throats with our hands Wolfmen call your name With the painted faces of Yule With the horrid faces of Winter You're in each of us... 04. The Midnightforest Of The Runes
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05. Grim Woods
Grim woods of extinct northern lands
Where only spirits walk upon the overgrown paths Towards the sunsets over ancient labyrinths of stone And pagan monoliths are yet to pierce the skies Horned moon spills it's stellar grief Unto the silver mirrors of the crystall lakes Where titanic ruins dream their endless dreams Awaken ghosts of glorious past, of rise and downfall Grim woods stand as the hosts of old With rusty helmets and the broken spears against the sky The silent witnesses of countless ritual murders And evil sorcery is spilt among these winds Distant thickets echo with the ghastly screams From the cursed pagan altars of the tortured souls Old gates of wisdom closed, unreached Forgotten, sealed with keys of blood Grim woods are listless, cold as hearts of men The men that did forget their own roots The answers are known, yet none shall speak Where only spirits walk upon the overgrown paths 06. Skinfaxi
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