Tracks

01. A Celtic Tale
02. Night Of The Woodgod
03. Following Skadi
04. Dance Of Druids
05. Autumn's Gold
06. Warriors Of Ireland
07. Йолль
08. Winds Of Trondheimsfjorden
09. Gjallarhorn



01. A Celtic Tale

(instrumental)


02. Night Of The Woodgod

Music by Diarmaid
Lyrics by O'Kella
Рёв… Тихий треск весенних костров,
Лес зовет во тьму ночей.
Дым. Тянется он к тучам седым,
Блеск пылающих очей.
Рёв... Вновь несётся эхом лесов,
Свет, пьянящий свет луны.
Рёв… Мы бежим за песней ветров
Вслед, как ветер мы вольны.

По петляющим тропам
Вслед за рёвом оленьим бежим,
Над стеною деревьев
Видим, как поднимается дым.
На высокие травы
Льётся свет серебристой луны.
Мы закружимся в танце,
В сказочном хороводе весны.

Лес. Ветви тянутся до небес.
Прочь тропа лесная мчит.
Мглой виснут тучи над головой,
В ночь рёв Кернунна звучит.
Песнь оленья несётся
С диким рёвом под небом ночным,
Треплет волосы ветер,
Мы в траве по колено бежим.
Пляшет алое пламя,
Лес весеннюю песню поёт,
Кружат чёрные тени
Пляшут призраки свой хоровод.
Лес. Льёт луна с весенних небес
Свет. Трава искрит росой.
Мчит Бог лесной, от мощных копыт
След в траве оставит свой.

Вновь к полянам цветущим
Нас лесная тропа привела.
В свежих травах высоких
Вновь утонут нагие тела.
На зелёные стебли
Стелет свет молодая луна,
Кружим в танце весеннем,
Словно в путах пьянящего сна.

Рёв… Тихий треск весенних костров,
Лес зовет во тьму ночей.
Дым. Тянется он к тучам седым,
Блеск пылающих очей.
Первый бледный луч солнца
Светит через деревьев узор.
На полянах зелёных
Тихо гаснет последний костер.
Свод небесный очистит
Свет от темных ночных облаков.
Над очнувшимся лесом
Снова стихнет Кернунна рёв.

(English translation)

Roar… Quiet crackling of spring fires,
Forest calls to the darkness of nights.
Smoke. It reaches out to the clouds grey,
Shine of ardent eyes.
Roar… Runs again through echoing forests,
Shine, heady shine of the Moon.
Roar… We're following the song of the winds
Behind. We're free, like a breeze.
On the winding paths,
We're running after the Deer's howl,
Above the wall of trees
We see the smoke rising,
On the high grasses
Flows the light of the silver moon,
We will go round,
In spring's fairy round-dance.
Wood. Branches reaching out to the sky.
The wood path takes us away.
Hazy clouds hang above our heads,
Through the night Cernuinn's roar is heard.
The Deer's song is running
In wild roar under night sky,
Wind tousles our hair,
We're running through the grass, touching our knees,
Scarlet flame is dancing,
Wood is singing it's spring song,
Black shadows are circling,
The ghosts are dancing round.
Wood. Moon pours it's light from spring skies,
Grasses spark with dew.
The Wood-God is running, from his mighty hooves
Trace is left in the grass.
Again to the flowering meadows
The wood path brought us.
In new high grasses
Our bared bodies will sink.
On green stalks
Lays it's light young moon,
We're spinning in spring dance,
Like in chains of heady dream.
Roar… Quiet crackling of spring fires,
Forest calls to the darkness of nights.
Smoke. It reaches out to the clouds grey,
Shine of ardent eyes.

The first pale ray of the Sun
Shines through trees pattern,
On the green meadows
Softly dies out the last pile,
The vault of heaven will be cleaned
From the trace of dark night clouds,
Above the waking forest
Again will fade Cernuinn's roar…


03. Following Skadi

Music by Diarmaid
Lyrics by Astrid
The northern night's shining by fires of enemy's ships
Is awakening my mind from the trance…
It's time to remember all blood and all sorrows
And swords of my brother's in wildest dance…

When beauty dawn closer I'll raising my hands
To Asgard through grey northern clouds…
My beautiful Goddess, I'm following you
Towards wars and battles and storming sea's sounds…

In enemy's eyes I have red a great hatred,
The revenge was flashed on the edge of my sword…
And Scadhi will wait till I'm ready to follow -
Together we'll save our beautiful world.

The cold wind of freedom will break off all chains,
And push in the embrace of war…
And forcing my heart to remember all names
The Valhall will open the door…

The Child of the Will is your name I know…
All wishes and dreams in your hands.
Like you I will stand on the native land's snow
Protecting my dear Fatherland.

There were many battles that we had seen,
And our foes are dead…
Now going to Valhall I'm following you
Highly raising to stars my head…


04. Dance Of Druids

Music by Diarmaid
Lyrics by Astrid
Old stones by the sun will be lighted,
Summer's longest day will begin.
We'll make a sacrifice to remind
The Gods and Goddesses for our win.

The cheerful clang of the sickle is around -
Anticipating the pleasure of Gods.
We're making better our beautiful ground,
Our native land spilling enemy's blood

Hands to sun we have raised…
Fire of hearts and mood of Midsummer is reflecting in our eyes...

Druids gather in glade of the forest,
Silently talking near stone altar
The scoured echo of the oldest stories
Is flying through branches to the Northern stars.

"We're there… We're staying on our Great land
With bowls full of a glimmer blood…
For you, the Gods, our open hearts and
For sun, its arrows through the clouds…

Between the elements our freedom
It's time to glorify the crop…
Let's fade everything we needn't
And ask the win in future war!"

When spirits of the forest are dancing near the fire
The twilight will come to us from horizon's line.
The silence has enveloped the loudest someone's crying…
And summer's songs of birds and wind will recall in our mind.

"The Gods! Take the gifts from our land
And give the goodwill for our tribe.
We've sent in battle not one thousand
Their names by ice wind have been scribed…

No more our land will be another's…
Our wish is enemy's fast death.
The Queen of Hel will waiting for them
When they are gone by icy breath…"

The northern night is closer; the longest day is ending…
Old stones are raying the heat like from entrails of Earth.
And in the middle of the world named Midgard we're standing
While in the bowl is impious blood of a christian girl.


05. Autumn's Gold

Music by Diarmaid
Lyrics by Astrid
Part 1
The autumn rain on a frozen valley;
The bird's wedge is calling our souls fallow them…
Dejected trees will be colored in yellow
As soon as the sun will whispering your name…

Chorus
Oh, Gods, I am waiting your anger,
Sitting near water where my sword will sink.
My land has been locked by a stranger,
Has been covered by night's black wings.

Part 2
Remember a time when the trickle of water
Was streaming to hands like a diamond's drops,
When silky grass was caressing our bodies
And our hearts were full by eternal hope.

Part 3
The fields are empty, the woods are burnt -
Our kings have been blinded by shining of gold.
The autumn treasure as rich as yours,
Its fading is my trouble untold…

Part 4
The Earth in gold is a dream of tomorrow
In stuffy metal it's restless soul.
We can't be ruthless, we can not borrow
Its shabby heart hearing Mother's call.


06. Warriors Of Ireland

Music & lyrics by Diarmaid
For last time I see you, my fatherland proud
The voice of the horn calling you is too loud
Our foe is so close, as we hear his war cry
We go to the midnight to fight and to die.

Chorus:

Thunder in the sky is calling us to die,
To die for your freedom, your truth and your pride.
All hand-by-hand forever we'll stand
Enemy shall run from our land!

Reminding my fathers, before me they're gone,
Ages and spell turned them into stone,
I hear cry of Erin, who loved me so well,
I hear shore of waters and ring of the bell.

Chorus

Your heroes await thee, we see them arise,
Their power and might come to us from the skies,
The Morrigan's shelter will cover our heads,
And Erin will wait 'till we rise from the dead.


07. Йолль

Music by Diarmaid
Lyrics by O'Kella
Крепкие весла врезаются в волны,
Северный ветер несет корабли,
К дому плывут седовласые воины,
Земли чужие оставив вдали.

Вороны хищною стаей кружили
Под покрывалом ночных облаков,
Черным крылом сонный берег накрыли
Тени от мрачных драконьих голов.

Вихрем неслись под луною кровавой,
Мы не считали убитых врагов,
Силою взяли богатство и славу
В прах обращенных чужих берегов.

В ножнах молчит теперь сталь ледяная,
Небо сменило багряный свой цвет,
Скрылись от глаз черных воронов стаи,
Ломятся трюмы от вин и монет.

Зимнее солнце сквозь тучи нам светит,
Бросит свой луч на заснеженный фьорд,
Рвет паруса ледяной сильный ветер,
К брегу родному драккары несет.

Встретят нас верные жены с сынами,
Спрячется в горных ущелиях тролль,
Рвущимися в небеса языками
Зимних костров начинается Йолль!

Вновь будут полны глубокие чаши,
Льются заморские вина рекой,
Вновь одолеет хмель головы наши,
Хмурый певец, свою песню нам спой.

И сквозь века будут скальда петь струны
Песни о наших победах лихих,
Но Боги вновь режут нам войны Руны,
Значит, Их дух в нас еще не утих.

Снова закат алой кровью окрашен,
Снова надолго оставим свой дом,
Мир содрогнется под силою нашей,
Снова в походы за славой уйдем…

(English translation)

Strong oars crash to the waves,
Northern wind carries the ships,
Toward their home row grey-haired warriors,
Leaving strange lands far behind.

Grasping flock of ravens were circling
Under coverlet of night clouds,
Sleeping shore was covered, like with black wing,
With the shadows of the horrifying dragonheads.

Like a whirlwind we rode under crimson moon,
We didn't count slain enemies.
By our force we have taken the riches and glory
Of turned into dust strange shores!

In scabbards rests now icy steel,
Sky has changed its crimson color.
Passed out of sight flocks of black ravens,
The holds are crammed with wines and coins.

Winter sun shines through the clouds,
Throws its ray on snow-covered fjord,
Icy strong wind rips the sails -
It brings our drakkars to the homeward shore.

Bound up wives with sons will meet us,
Troll will hide in mountain ravine,
With tongues of winter piles, reaching out to the sky,
The fest of Yule begins now!

Again fill be filled our bowls,
Foreign wines flow, like a river.
Drunkenness again will overcome our heads.
Gloomy singer, sing your song for us!

And through the centuries Scald's strings will sing
Songs of our bold victories.
But the Gods carve again the Runes of War for us,
Their Spirit in us will never cease!

Again the sunset is colored with crimson blood,
Again we will leave our home for long.
The world will be shaken with our power,
Again we go to march for glory!


08. Winds Of Trondheimsfjorden

Music & lyrics by Diarmaid
Icy winds blowing from raging Northern sky,
Drakkars are calling those who vocated to win or to die,
Sails on the horizon take away them far from home,
Many will grow in man, many they will not return.

Smell of burning yet not troubles,
Swords that rest in mighty hands.
Sound of thunder broke the silence,
That was heard in distant lands.
Rise ye sons of frost and metal,
Rise ye children of the waves!
Win the world or die in battle,
Send to Hel those christian slaves!
Fortress in fire, screams of the dying run through the night,
Sower of Discords stands by His faithfuls' side.
Rage of the Vikings turns into horror young and old,
Rainbow is rising, Asgard is shining with roofs of gold.

Rise ye sons of frost and metal,
Rise ye children of the waves!
Win the world or die in battle,
Turn to dust all christian slaves!

Wind brings the drakkars back to the Trondheim shore,
Met with the honor, maiden's smile and widow's sore,
Fires are taking bodies and arms of warriors slain,
Waves slightly whisper of battles that to be again…


09. Gjallarhorn

Music by Diarmaid
Lyrics by Astrid
Part 1
There was no life in Midgard
For many times ago…
Our Gods gave it to us
And soon our time will go…
From Fenrir's genus on land
Our home and souls we must defend.

Nothing will mean for us that silence -
Calling you can hear between the winds…
Odin's sight from the sky
Invokes your heart to fight…

Part 2
Keeping the sword near the heart,
We're waiting for the sign.
Out of the danger our lives
Directing by the Gods…
The Runes on our steel are glowing,
Our souls will never be bowing…

Mjellnir is dissecting the sky - let's die
Only after win of this war, we need no more.
Follow Heimdall's disturbing sound -
Gjallarhorn is sounding around.

Chorus
An arrow of the lightning
Begins to kill our fear…
This sign is Thorr's reminding
That he is always near.

We'll draw the Runes on our hearts,
We'll glorify our Gods…

The last beam under Asgard
Is fading in the night…
The Twilight of the Gods
Is spilling among the clouds…

We'll draw the Runes on our hearts,
We'll glorify our Gods…

Part 3
The scramble will take our souls,
Begin to whirl in dance,
Bloody dance of last fight
We must to use last chance.
From Fenrir's genus on land
Our home and souls we must defend.

Chorus

Part 4
Mjellnir is dissecting the sky - let's die
Only after win of this war, we need no more.
Follow Heimdall's disturbing sound -
Gjallarhorn is sounding around.

Odin's sight from the sky
Invokes your heart to die…