Tracks

01. In An Emerald Garden
02. Warrior Heart
03. The Purest Breed
04. Father Of Victory
05. The Iron Wolf
06. Remember Hastings
07. The Will Of Odin
08. What Glory Remains
09. The Forlorn Knight
10. Charles Martel
11. Homus Paganus



01. In An Emerald Garden

Come my love, we'll leave this here land
I'll take you far by paths no mortal knows
In an emerald garden, under new-born stars
And there my love we could be as once before...

I'll make you a gown of lilies and pearls
To wear on the day we exchange vows
In an emerald garden, under an azure sky,
There my dear child we could love as before...


02. Warrior Heart

He who alone faces thousands,
He who stands when all kneel,
He who walks where few dare,
He whose voice speaks the truth...

Is a true man of honor,
A spirit unbowed;
And in his chest is a'pounding
A warrior's heart!

He who holds virtue sacred,
He who loves the Fatherland,
He who fights for his people,
He who surrenders to none...

Is a true man of honor,
A spirit unbowed;
And in his chest is a'pounding
A warrior's heart!

He whose sould has no price,
He whose eyes are not dark,
He whose sword brings justice,
He whose name is put to song...

Is a true man of honor,
A spirit unbowed;
And in his chest is a'pounding
A warrior's heart!


03. The Purest Breed

Summer's breeze blowing through their mane
Wild horses of the purest breed! Ride!
Onward to battle, onwards like the wind
Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail!
Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins
Foam in the mouth, A' glistening the eye...

Bloodlust is nigh, for a rider and steed
Alike as they ride, pressing to the fight!
The banners are high and so's the battle cry,
The trampling of hooves of the purest breed! Ride!
Onwards to battle, onwards like the wind
Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail!
Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins
Foam in the mouth, A' glistening the eye...

Bloodlust is nigh, for a rider and steed
Alike as they ride, pressing to the fight!
Wild horses of the purest breed
Born to the steppes defiant to the cold
Cozak worriors of the purest breed
Loyal to the Czar, they defy death!

Summer's breeze blowing through their mane
wild horses of the purest breed! Ride!
Onward to battle, onwards like the wind
Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail!


04. Father Of Victory

Father of victory
My life I lay down to thee
Steep me in majesty
And forth send thy Valkyries!

Father of victory
My sword I offered unto thee
Crown me for eternity
In Valhalla now welcome me!

Father of victory
Behold! Your true son am i
As einherjer I stand
In your honor for to fight!

Father of victory
Thou who reings supreme
Ride wild a hunting
O'er fires on the battlefield


05. The Iron Wolf

In the days of yore
The royal hunt was on:
As Gediminas set forth;
In the holy woods
Of old Sventaragis
He laid down to rest
Beneath an ancient oak
And dreamt as only dream
The men who would be kings!
He saw the iron wolf
Rise monstrous on the hill:
He heard the iron wolf
Howl like hundreds of its kin!

Tearing from the veils of sleep,
His hear was a wild drumbeat-
He sought teh counsel of the Gods
Through Lizdeika's wise words;
"What is destined for thee, let it be!
Great Duke, unite thy people and be king!"

Fear not the iron wolf-
He shall be thy fort!
And in him shall dwell
All teh rulers of thy line
And the glory of their deeds
Shall resound like wolf-song
Thoughout the ancient world!


06. Remember Hastings

No paler a star than Luna herself
Arose beside Venus when night settled in;
The eye of the heavens o'er Hastings beholds
The Norman and the Saxon lying side by side,
Drenched in red blood, still clinging to their swords,
They fought for the dominion of Albion's lands.
Yet who proved the strongest, hardly a man can tell;
Whose God prevailed? Christ or the Old Faith?
The days shall come, the nights shall pass
And the grass will grow on the mounds, alas!
The wind laments across Hastings' vale,
It still remembers the sound of swords being crossed,
The poignant yells the sound of fury, the fire and the blood!
And though centuries may pass,
And tall on Hastings grow the grass,
Remember that terrible day of swords,
Remember the warriors whose lives were lost-
Remember Hastings and shed a tear for it's ghost!


07. The Will Of Odin

Stars a' glimmer in a valley sheer,
Steel is drawn and shines in moonlight
The heavens quake then pour heavy rain
Thunders announce the bloody battle's eve...

The wheel of the sun is carved on my shield
And so are the runes of Thor on my sword!
Odin's blood has blessed my spear
Invincible I am

Dare stand in my path!

We crossed the sea in a dragon-ship
We braved the fury of the waves
We've come here for war, we bring woe
Fires that shall burn high and rise to the sky!
Odin ride forever by our side

Thy will is grim but it will be done!
Tyr embrace in thy might your sons

Freyja weave thy spell of magic...

The wheel of the sun is carved on my shield
And so are the runes of Thor on my sword!
Odin's blood has blessed my spear
Invincible I am

Dare stand in my path!


08. What Glory Remains

Oft I have seen
Many a brilliant star to fade
And night came creeping in to usurp that once shinning place... Long ago I was a mariner
A viking conqueror... I sailed far with Erik the Red
And a hundred brave men!

What glory remains
Of these ancient days?
What songs will be sung
In the days to come?

Under hostile skies I have slept
On the heardrest of the sword
And dreamt of past glories long
Now gone forevermore...

I saw the fire that burns within
The mystic caverns of Thule
I journeyed to a world forlorn
Where shades weep forevermore...

Blackened by dragon's breath
Under arrows I have dreamt
Of the billows that caress
The shores of home again and again...

What glory remains
Of the ancient days?
What songs will be sung
in the days and years to come?

Alas!
I've grown too old
And my days are numbered...
I neither have the strength
Nor fire that I once did...


09. The Forlorn Knight

Following Avon's crystal path
I pass'd by Warwick by chance
Where I came across a mansion
Standing gauntly on a low bluff...

He was brave and he was bold
He was in love with the daughter of his lord
She would not have him
She would not care
So he went afar to win her hand...

Germania's rose he set free
And put Saracens to the sword
He laid low monstrous beasts
Yet love he did not win...

He faced the Danes
And saved the day-King Athelstan
Did praise his name...

But bereft of love
He turned to god
And shut himself away from men...

Then I awoke and realized
I had slept in his death-bed...


10. Charles Martel

Charles Martel, the day will come again
I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage!
Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve
You dyed Malmedy blood-red!
Tours recall the glory of your hosts
Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings!
The crescent moon you drove back to the sea
Once and for all...

Ans when the sound of battle horns
Shall keenly fill the air anon
We'll rise with pride our banner high
And answer to our king's call!

Charles Martel, the day will come again
I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage!
Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve
You dyed Malmedy blood-red!
Tours recall the glory of your hosts
Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings!
The crescent moon you drove back to the sea
Once and for all...

Even when the horns of war
Shall echo in the fields no more
When in tatters hangs our flag
And empty be the throne of Franks
We'll still keep watch by night to see
Charles Marterl return again!
Rest now my king but light be thy sleep
Thy foes still covet thy crown...

Charles Martel, the day will come again
I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage!
Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve
You dyed Malmedy blood-red!
Tours recall the glory of your hosts
Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings!
The crescent moon you drove back to the sea
Once and for all...


11. Homus Paganus

The cock crew in the morning,
I arose and went to the fields
Holding but a handful of seeds;
First I did sow then I did plough-
I prayed for rain to come down:
I prayed to Thor to burden the clouds
I looked up with hopes of a sky
Heavy, impregnated by a storm,
That would bring to life once more
My last handful of seeds;
I dreamt of the barely rich on the fields,
Would that I had a scythe
To reap all day long and thens ome more,
So as I could keep my storehouse filled
And put bread and ale upon my table...
Pray the Gods hear me,
Pray the wind bears my plea afar-
To the fields on high
Where immortals turn the soil
And blessings ripen like fruit
On the trees that guards vigilant
The fragrant orchards of Freyja...