Månegarm : Nattväsen album translated to English
Words : Official English translations
Release : Nattväsen
Thanks to the band for the sharing.
Tracklist :
01. Mina Fäders Hall : The Hall of my Fathers
02. Nattsjäl, Drömsjäl : Nightsoul, dreamsoul
03. Bergagasten : The mountain ghost
04. I den Svartaste Jord : In the blackest earth
05. Hraesvelg (instrumental)
06. Vetrarmegin : Winter force
07. Draugen : Draugen
08. Nattväsen : Night creatures
09. Delling : Delling
1. web of life (destiny)
2. Cf. Norns
3. Cf. Yggdrasil
Dark pale visions, in the dreams of the mountain.
The horrors of the abyss, shadows that do not fade.
Winds from the deep of the earth, putrid smells of death.
A gnawing feeling, of the torments of eternity
The time has fled…from my life.
Hours and days, black as earth.
Lonely and silent, in heavy shackles.
Shackles forged from dreams, of the end of eternity
Shackles forged from hope, of the end of life.
Shackles forged from hatred, toward the grave of the mountain
Broken in death, carved from mountain rock.
Twisted like a dead man’s corpse.
Greedy for vengeance, sly, wrathful.
Ancient ghost, condemned to the crannies of the mountain.
I am a mountain ghost …
Raven claw, raven claw, black wing,
seek shelter in the embrace of the mountain,
to the barren land of nightghosts.
Welcome to my cold realm,
spun in the cool web of torment.
Fills you with insanity,
I am a mountain ghost…
Shapes, in the vaults of the oak,
livid light, like the world of nightmares.
Grey light, in the corner of the eye,
sleepless torpor, before the calling of the deep.
A seed sown in the blackest soil…
A seed sown in the blackest earth…
Compelled, from the deep,
a binding voice, of rune chant.
Forces, from the core,
arises from the earth, at the rock of death.
A seed sown in the blackest soil…
A seed sown in the blackest earth…
Booming voices rise from the dark,
images from the well of the soul.
Banned beings, the fire of wisdom,
in the blackest earth...
At the root of the ash, against the heavens.
Runes can be found, in the shadows of the leaves.
Etched in the bark, a line of fire,
above and below, it binds itself.
Over the nights vault, the echo from runes calling.
From above down, in the abyss of emptiness.
In the darkest soil...
In the blackest earth, a sacrifice by the root of the tree.
In the blackest earth, lucidity at the rock of life.
A seed sown in the blackest soil…
A seed sown in the blackest earth…
Out of the abyss, the depths of maelstroms,
fire and ice, tempest and sea.
Time of beginning, two ancient worlds,
sun and moon, life and death.
Urd’s web, the fire’s glow,
the light of the moon, by the foot of the tree.
Blood to the earth, will and sacrifice,
sight of the eye, in the well’s depth.
Down below Hel, world of giants,
cold and darkness, eternal ice.
The waves of Eli, the deep of Hvergelmer,
powerful beings, the hearth of wisdom.
Urd’s web, the depth of the ice,
the light of the snow, by the foot of the mountain.
Blood to the earth, will and sacrifice,
sight of the eye...
Winter’s cold heart, down below Hel.
The wisdom of ancient beings, the power of giants.
The pale realm of coldness, eternal night.
Sprung from the ice, the power of chaos.
Shadows from time, winter force.
Whispers in the wind, winter force.
Of fire and ice, winter force.
Chaos within the abyss of eternity…
Above earth, from the world of giants,
chaos and coldness, eternal ice...
From frozen slumber, wisdom brought home,
the force of winter, fire and ice...
Cool dew covers the body of the dragon1,
glistening like the tears of Nanna2.
Serenely cutting its reflection,
a sign in the silence.
Glowing eyes, lost in the deep.
Doleful suffering, drauganight2-3
An autumn breeze fills the sail,
the cry of the eagle over rocky coast.
Maelstroms arise from the deep,
remnants from life gone out.
Glowing eyes, lost in the deep.
Doleful suffering, drauganight…
Gales from east and west,
thrash the dragon in the gape of the sea.
The nine daughters of Ran2 rise,
towering in billowing gowns.
A wailing voice in the wind,
torn sails whine and whip.
With glowing eyes at the prow,
singing its lament..
A funeral procession from the deep,
tormented echoes in the clamour of the storm.
Black compelling shadows,
remnants from extinguished life…
Glowing eyes, lost in the deep.
Doleful suffering, drauganight…
1. The dragon reffers to a longship
2. Draugen / Draug: undead. Cf. Norse mythology for the whole.
3. Draug’s night
The mournful cry of the loon, quietly abates.
The froth of Rimfaxe falls, upon the skin of Nerthus.
Pitch black, snorting, he strides forth.
Faint glimmering lights,from the crevices of the mountain.
The mist folk gather, over meadow and bog.
The shadows of the trees awake, in nightly glow.
From the moist deeps of the mounds, below the gaze of the sky
To the resounding howls of wolves, clarity emerges.
From the spring of night, once more they flow.
Night creatures, primal creatures from the deeps of the woods.
The wolf’s roaming in the gaze of the raven eye.
Night creatures, shadow creatures from the deeps of the earth.
The eternal primal force of the night...
Night creatures, primal creatures from the deeps of the heavens.
Star-strewn shapes sweep down.
Night creatures, shadow creatures from the deeps of the sea.
Driven by eternal hunger...
Night creatures, primal creatures from the hall of the mountain.
The shimmering of stones in the land of mists.
Night creatures, shadow creatures soon will flee.
By the light of Delling1
1. Delling, the God of dawn
The raven gazes upon the sea of morning,
unfolding his wings.
He lets the wind fill his soul,
dry out the humid night.
Delling in the east,
stars in the west...
The raven takes off towards the gate of dawn,
sweeps over the depths of the forests.
Gazes down on the ground of midgard2.
The light of dawn, flaming sea,
web of silver, for Delling comes bringing hope...
Release : Nattväsen
Thanks to the band for the sharing.
Tracklist :
01. Mina Fäders Hall : The Hall of my Fathers
02. Nattsjäl, Drömsjäl : Nightsoul, dreamsoul
03. Bergagasten : The mountain ghost
04. I den Svartaste Jord : In the blackest earth
05. Hraesvelg (instrumental)
06. Vetrarmegin : Winter force
07. Draugen : Draugen
08. Nattväsen : Night creatures
09. Delling : Delling
01. The Hall of my Fathers
Echoes between worlds, faint in the light of day.
Portents from below, await the tidings of the raven.
Alone and withering, in the world of men.
Driven to insanity, in the light of day.
Bound by the night, memories take shape.
Clarity without doubt, in the embrace of death.
Alone in the dark, in the hall of shadows.
The web1 of Urd2 shimmers, in my last hours.
Portents from below, tidings on wings.
Time to gather, in the hall of my fathers.
Time falls into oblivion, grief twines the soul.
My few memories, grow pale as the years go by.
Fragments of songs, smells and faces.
Obscure, confusing, thoughts that err.
Bound by the night, memories take shape.
Clarity without doubt, in the embrace of death.
Alone in the dark, in the hall of shadows.
The web of Urd shimmers, in my last hours.
Portents from below, tidings on wings.
Time to gather, in the hall of my fathers.
At the gate to Hel, black souls row.
Delivered from the hand of time, on wings carried
to the halls of Asgard3.
Fallen into oblivion, my true guise.
Come, bring tidings, let me pass on
Let me once again wander, to my kin.
They who are of the moon rays,
they who are of the night clan...
Bound by the night, memories take shape.
Clarity without doubt, in the embrace of death.
2. Cf. Norns
3. Cf. Yggdrasil
02. Nightsoul, dreamsoul
The nightmare hisses, embraces you in slumber,
cradling calm and peace in the land of the mind.
Sweeps down towards the depths,
violates and twists, thought and speech.
Grey eyes of madness, staring without rest,
grinding jaws gnaw into the marrow of the soul.
Like blood out of ashes, she1 drifts by,
through the peace of tombs, from the deep of the mountains
The pale queen of the sufferings of nightmares,
herds her souls to the grave of madness...
Nightsoul, dreamsoul, storming ghost.
On a steed of suffering, she rides you…tonight
Underneath narrow branches, in the twisting thicket of roots,
wading through the darkness, to the eternal sea of the nightmare.
In the eternal river of chaos, from the depths of nightwinds.
In the silent hours of the night, under the cold hand of the nightmare.
Our dreams take shape, dreams of the end.
Night soul, dream soul, forever storming ghost.
The nightmare hisses, embraces you in slumber,
cradling calm and peace in the land of the mind.
Grey eyes of madness, staring without rest,
grinding jaws gnaw, into the marrow of the soul.
1. She : The Northern people believed nightmare was a supernatural female being : “the mare”, that is able to slip inside the sleeping body, creating torments and troubles until the body becomes ill and dies, and then “the mare” goes out the same way it entered.
03. The mountain ghost
Dark pale visions, in the dreams of the mountain.
The horrors of the abyss, shadows that do not fade.
Winds from the deep of the earth, putrid smells of death.
A gnawing feeling, of the torments of eternity
The time has fled…from my life.
Hours and days, black as earth.
Lonely and silent, in heavy shackles.
Shackles forged from dreams, of the end of eternity
Shackles forged from hope, of the end of life.
Shackles forged from hatred, toward the grave of the mountain
Broken in death, carved from mountain rock.
Twisted like a dead man’s corpse.
Greedy for vengeance, sly, wrathful.
Ancient ghost, condemned to the crannies of the mountain.
I am a mountain ghost …
Raven claw, raven claw, black wing,
seek shelter in the embrace of the mountain,
to the barren land of nightghosts.
Welcome to my cold realm,
spun in the cool web of torment.
Fills you with insanity,
I am a mountain ghost…
04. In the blackest earth
Shapes, in the vaults of the oak,
livid light, like the world of nightmares.
Grey light, in the corner of the eye,
sleepless torpor, before the calling of the deep.
A seed sown in the blackest soil…
A seed sown in the blackest earth…
Compelled, from the deep,
a binding voice, of rune chant.
Forces, from the core,
arises from the earth, at the rock of death.
A seed sown in the blackest soil…
A seed sown in the blackest earth…
Booming voices rise from the dark,
images from the well of the soul.
Banned beings, the fire of wisdom,
in the blackest earth...
At the root of the ash, against the heavens.
Runes can be found, in the shadows of the leaves.
Etched in the bark, a line of fire,
above and below, it binds itself.
Over the nights vault, the echo from runes calling.
From above down, in the abyss of emptiness.
In the darkest soil...
In the blackest earth, a sacrifice by the root of the tree.
In the blackest earth, lucidity at the rock of life.
A seed sown in the blackest soil…
A seed sown in the blackest earth…
06. Winter force
Out of the abyss, the depths of maelstroms,
fire and ice, tempest and sea.
Time of beginning, two ancient worlds,
sun and moon, life and death.
Urd’s web, the fire’s glow,
the light of the moon, by the foot of the tree.
Blood to the earth, will and sacrifice,
sight of the eye, in the well’s depth.
Down below Hel, world of giants,
cold and darkness, eternal ice.
The waves of Eli, the deep of Hvergelmer,
powerful beings, the hearth of wisdom.
Urd’s web, the depth of the ice,
the light of the snow, by the foot of the mountain.
Blood to the earth, will and sacrifice,
sight of the eye...
Winter’s cold heart, down below Hel.
The wisdom of ancient beings, the power of giants.
The pale realm of coldness, eternal night.
Sprung from the ice, the power of chaos.
Shadows from time, winter force.
Whispers in the wind, winter force.
Of fire and ice, winter force.
Chaos within the abyss of eternity…
Above earth, from the world of giants,
chaos and coldness, eternal ice...
From frozen slumber, wisdom brought home,
the force of winter, fire and ice...
07. Draugen2
Cool dew covers the body of the dragon1,
glistening like the tears of Nanna2.
Serenely cutting its reflection,
a sign in the silence.
Glowing eyes, lost in the deep.
Doleful suffering, drauganight2-3
An autumn breeze fills the sail,
the cry of the eagle over rocky coast.
Maelstroms arise from the deep,
remnants from life gone out.
Glowing eyes, lost in the deep.
Doleful suffering, drauganight…
Gales from east and west,
thrash the dragon in the gape of the sea.
The nine daughters of Ran2 rise,
towering in billowing gowns.
A wailing voice in the wind,
torn sails whine and whip.
With glowing eyes at the prow,
singing its lament..
A funeral procession from the deep,
tormented echoes in the clamour of the storm.
Black compelling shadows,
remnants from extinguished life…
Glowing eyes, lost in the deep.
Doleful suffering, drauganight…
1. The dragon reffers to a longship
2. Draugen / Draug: undead. Cf. Norse mythology for the whole.
3. Draug’s night
08. Night creatures
The mournful cry of the loon, quietly abates.
The froth of Rimfaxe falls, upon the skin of Nerthus.
Pitch black, snorting, he strides forth.
Faint glimmering lights,from the crevices of the mountain.
The mist folk gather, over meadow and bog.
The shadows of the trees awake, in nightly glow.
From the moist deeps of the mounds, below the gaze of the sky
To the resounding howls of wolves, clarity emerges.
From the spring of night, once more they flow.
Night creatures, primal creatures from the deeps of the woods.
The wolf’s roaming in the gaze of the raven eye.
Night creatures, shadow creatures from the deeps of the earth.
The eternal primal force of the night...
Night creatures, primal creatures from the deeps of the heavens.
Star-strewn shapes sweep down.
Night creatures, shadow creatures from the deeps of the sea.
Driven by eternal hunger...
Night creatures, primal creatures from the hall of the mountain.
The shimmering of stones in the land of mists.
Night creatures, shadow creatures soon will flee.
By the light of Delling1
1. Delling, the God of dawn
09. Delling1
The raven gazes upon the sea of morning,
unfolding his wings.
He lets the wind fill his soul,
dry out the humid night.
Delling in the east,
stars in the west...
The raven takes off towards the gate of dawn,
sweeps over the depths of the forests.
Gazes down on the ground of midgard2.
For the dawn is the hope of mankind
See the day in the east, the night in the west,
see the mane of Skinfaxe3, in the depth of heaven...
See the day in the east, the night in the west,
see the mane of Skinfaxe3, in the depth of heaven...
The light of dawn, flaming sea,
web of silver, for Delling comes bringing hope...
1. Delling, the God of dawn, husband of nött (natt), father of Dag. Natt means night & Dag is Day.
2. Cf. Yggdrasil
3. Skinfaxe is Dag’s horse
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