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Red Fields
03:56
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Black clouds cover the skies
There will be no dawn
No hope for the city of white
Fear fills the air
Light the beacons deep in the mountains
The host of Riddermark will answer
Not for pride, not for gold
But for the sake of their world
How did it come to this?
Who wants so much death and despair?
The hammer of the underworld strikes
Can they survive the night?
The sun starts to rise
The riders have arrived
To spill blood, to fight
On the red fields of despair
Crush the enemy
This is the end of time
There's no escape
No one will survive
The cursed have risen
To fulfill their oath
To cleanse the land
From the curse of the Black Hand
Good men have fallen, making a stand
And now we have the upper hand
The flame of the west will burn
As the King takes command
Crush the Enemy
This is the end of time
There's no escape
No one will survive
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2. |
Deliverance
03:43
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Horses, shields and swords
Clashed into the night
Blood was soaked into soil
Many of ours died in that fight
To the forbidden mountain we rode
Against creatures with thousand eyes
Their nails were scratching on the ground
Behind me I heard the war horn sound
Stab your sword into the hearts of creatures from the depths of dark
Light your torch, burn corpses with tar and scream: “It’s our win!”
First we saw them by the river
Sneaking, muddy beasts
They scrounged our boats
Looking for something to eat
Then people from our village
Started to disappear
And the King gave us command
So none of us to live in fear
Stab your sword into the hearts of creatures from the depths of dark
Light your torch, burn corpses with tar and scream: “It’s our win!”
Under sparkles from fires soaring to the sky
On this field we were ready to die
Proud, beside our king I stood
Around swords, bodies, and wood
Stab your sword into the hearts of creatures from the depths of dark
Light your torch, burn corpses with tar and scream: “It’s our win!”
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The Elvenking
03:56
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Under the trees and below the mountain
Reigns a king of old, a king of wood and stone
For hundreds of years he guards the Great Forest
He is the lord of the Woodland realm
Most noble among us
Master of all not created by man
Never forget where your place is
If else, to help you no one can
Greed, lust and hate seized his heart
More than anything he desires
The White Gems of Lasgalen
Pure, oh, Starlight
Destroy the shackles enslaving your mind
Find yourself once again and forever
Rise beside the ones of your kind
Valiant, wiser and braver
Out of the battle and into the night
The King is freed from his curse
Now he’s facing the evil
With nature’s full might
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Baldr's Song
03:57
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There was the Night of Silence
And the snow was falling down
A man with scars and sword
Kneeled on the ground.
He looked towards Baldur’s ship,
Disappearing in the sea
The son of Odin, beloved one
Betrayed by cunning God
Joy and happiness leave Asgard with him
And what is coming from now on?
Fear and anguish, sorrow and death,
Earth and sky will collide…
Ragnarok!
The Nine worlds will fall if Baldur’s soul
Never comes back to Asgard
Now down in halls of darkness and cold
Mistress of death is his bride
Ragnarok!
Freyr, hear me praying to you and please help me and my next of kin
We’re going into a war of the worlds
I think we don’t have much time...
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5. |
Summoning Hangover
03:46
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I was walking in the night
With friends by my side
On a narrow meandering path
To the hut in the woods
Where they had vodka, beer, and food
And a place to play guitar
A bunch of creatures were there
About their troubles they didn't care
One dwarf offered me a beer
I drank it to the bottom
They looked at me in awe
And my head goes
In the midnight forest hut
creatures sang and played flutes
Celebrating the night itself
In the morning everything was gone
And we stood all alone in the middle of the forest glade
In the midnight forest hut
creatures sang and played flutes
Celebrating the night itself
In the morning everything was gone
And we stood all alone in the middle of the forest glade
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6. |
Ballad Of The Winterborn
04:48
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I was born amidst the season of ice and sorrow
When the Sun denies all sanctity in life
And seals its radiant caress away from
Earth’s impenetrable grey blindfold
A new breath embraced by frost
A first cry kissing the crystallized sky
Welcome to my dominion, my time has come
Emotions relinquished, leaving void to reign
Colors of the past decay under cracking footsteps
Monolithic white versus shards of frozen heart
Every poison I held within now’s conquering horizons
Countless mirrors of ice staring back at me
I inhale the rage carried by gales’ wings
Vitric droplets flagellating skin and sight
From gentle anger to relentless fury
Burden of forgiveness once given, swept by a whirl
Razorblade vortex dance of a frostbitten soul
The lowest of desires now go skyward only to rain back
I see my hatred, frozen in time, hanging in wait
To be unleashed by the gravity of thoughts
Spikes and daggers of ice start a song unvoiced
As the blizzard arises from a short slumber
Ripe fruits of the untamed permafrost now glitter
Gathering strength to grow into vengeful avalanche
When everything is as cold as me
Remember that you took my last spark
When the darkness finally binds the light
Realize what you have made me become
When the absence of mercy oppresses any warmth
Abandon your shelter and face the storm
Survive the winter
Survive me
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7. |
Hugin's Drink
01:59
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They are his eyes and ears
So he would know the mortal deeds
One to the hanged and one to the slain
Giving us his mind and thought in time of need
Blood is spilled, shields are splintered
In the time of the sword and the axe
Sacrifice is made for them
When the raven god prepares for a feast
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Sunrise bleeds out through the mists
And coagulates in the snowy tracks
To drown with every luminous drop
The time until my journey begins
And you will be there, I know
In the glaring white embrace
Even step back leads ever forward
As uncharted paths crystalize over
Map of the world before today
All I have are withered footprints on ice
To give away to a myriad of concealed gazes
Skeletal trees claw the zenith by its throat
Lacerated flesh and squeezed exhales
Rage between and bury the horizon
As I continue to chase it with a mournful pace
The ragged one will be crowned in snow
He tarnishes the ground towards no throne
The brightness around to be turned in dark
By scattered procession in gray and black
Among ravens and wolves I walk
Among ravens and wolves I walk
Between sharpened teeth and distorted croak
Among ravens and wolves I walk
I engrave my being onto tempered water
Sculptured wave for eyeless gale to read
And follow, creeping along with no direction
Angrily blinding the only memory of me
But you see all, remember and pass it on
Sacred stillness, graceful and vile
Dismembers with passion pulsing warmth
Howling pieces echo within the lungs
And soar upward the gaping chill
If there’s a heartbeat other than mine
It’s either yours, or yours for the taking
Mountain shadows weigh on your wings
Circling accretion of shining charcoal
Peaks kneel, besieged by snarling pack
To shield the Sun which thaws behind
Welcome the traveler, astray from his kind
Grant him stars should he forsake daylight
Only silence here to claim as his own
Away from all is the closest to call home
Among ravens and wolves I walk
Among ravens and wolves I walk
Feathers, fur and tattered cloak
Among ravens and wolves I walk
My campfire sets the northern sky ablaze
With color amidst the iridescent obscurity
Here is threshold beyond mere sleep
Engulfed by the pyre of reigning Moon
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9. |
Dreamweaver
04:14
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I set out on the path unmarked
By a deep desire bound
Longing for what wasn’t lost
But maybe never found
Once greeted into this world amiss
Deranged without a choice
Bereavement in lieu of bliss
pestilence, but no rejoice
Over mountains brimmed with cold
By rivers stirred of gale
Under wretched sun I trod
Strode before the crescent pale
Sought the one to end it all
The dweller of the mythic slough
The tailor of felicity, not mar
To impart grace to this etched heart
A myriad of stars grin above the sky
Earthen grove alight, beckons a lonesome cry
What goes now of the troubled one?
What must do this weary son?
Stillness in reply, only the nightjar shrieks in pry
At last I met him in the chthonic spire
A voidness of thought and shade
Knelt and begged the ancient one
‘I know mortal of what you fathom
Yet what I can offer you is none
For mere slumber’s what I fashion
Now creep away and greet your days
You’ll find zest in what remains
Harrowed by a voyage ended, it is time to rest a while
Dusk befalls and comes the journey last
What goes now of the troubled one?
What must do this weary son?
Stillness in reply, only the nightjar shrieks in pry
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Elfheim Plovdiv, Bulgaria
Elfheim is a pagan/folk metal project from Svishtov, Bulgaria.
Elfheim is:
Ivan Zlatanov - guitar/keyboard
Aleksandar Pletnyov- bass guitar
Lyubomir Stoyanov - vocals
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