Månegarm : Vredens Tid album translated to English
Words : Official English translations
Release : Vredens Tid
Thanks to the band for the sharing.
Tracklist :
01. Vid hargen (instrumental)
02. Sigrblot : Victory Sacrifice
03. Skymningsresa : Twilight Journey
04. Kolöga Trolltand : Coal-Eye Troll-tooth
05. Dödens strand : The Shore of Death
06. Preludium (instrumental)
07. Vredens tid : Age of Wrath
08. Svunna minnen (instrumental)
09. Frekastein : The Wolfstone
10. Hemfärd : Journey Home
11. Segervisa : Victory Song
Come storm, come fire.
Come bear foot, mount the mind.
Tomorrow calls,
my gaze upon the North Star.
The song of Valkyries...
Sacrifice to One-Eye, Lord of the spear.
Sacrifice for victory.
To Hravnáss bound, through oath.
Soon a victory won, for our ways.
Sigrblot...
Come dawn, come winds.
Come raven foot, winged mind.
Hosts gather, to the song of the horn.
Children of the North Star...
The wrath warms, storm winds carry.
A symphony of death.
The wrath of the berserk, slashes and tears, falling axes,
moaning and screams, thundering horns, broken steel.
The wrath of the berserk...
Come doldrums, come rain.
Go bear foot, release mind.
In the north the first frost covers.
In the south the first leaves fall.
The time to wander is now...
A timeless stream of force,
Wanders with the mind this night...
In the east the moon is full. In the west the golden embrace of Sunna dwindles.
The new day is about to dawn...
A timeless stream of force,
Wanders with the mind this night...
Flowing is the universe, the cold of wisdom.
Buried in the deep, a dim word.
Looking in the earth, at the foot of the mountain.
Hear me Fey, a glowing red rune.
A calling from above, pulls me away.
Rises from the earth, towards the brilliance of the stars...
Wanders in the web, woven by the Three.
Feel the embers, from the magic of the runes...
In the east Sunna is full. In the west the pale embrace of the moon dwindles.
The time to rest is now...
Charcoal-Eye, root-deep tooth...
Like a tree on shallow and stony ground.
--Troll-Tooth...
Ancient, wise, friend of the mountain...
Twisted like the pine on weathered rock.
Shuns the sunlight in the day, flees the lands of men...
A roaring rumble shatters Charcoal-Eye's sleep.
--Whence this holler? Like a thorn in my soul.
who is this evil-doer that frustrates my slumber?
Shuns the sunlight in the day, flees the lands of men...
In blind fury, crashing along,
Charcoal-Eye charges forth...
With a roar of wrath against walls of stone, that break in his hand...
He rips and tears, he chews and bites,
the dust whirling with his savage dance...
Man and beast flee in haste,
away from the troll's raving madness...
The golden bell went to the sky,
crushing the tower on its way down.
--That's the end of that holler and damned roaring.
I'll take this home with me, where soon the ale will be brewing...
Pain consumes the soul, a tear of silence falls, in soil drenched with sorrow, blackest earth.
Heavy blackness blinds my sight, on trembling knees, the world slowly falls.
My hands fill with the water of life, a warm flow, I gently perish.
I release my feeble grip, delivered from the web.
From the chains that have fettered me.
I wade through the dark in the river of memories, an endless call for the shores of death.
I dimly discern her, she whose son I am.
The abyss and the dark, the bitter mother of pestilence.
I fall down on my knees before her sickly splendour. Her cold bosom greets my return...
Lost memories arise again, from the withering stuff of time.
They step forth from the ranks, a golden flame of hope.
The dull haze of disdain. Nourished by spite and scorn
Blinded by fury. Borne on the wings of vengeance.
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost.
The powerlessness before the hand of wrath, is mirrored in blind eyes. Brittle and empty, spreading venom, with a cloven tongue
The sweetness of the blood inebriates and nourishes, gives me to the fight. Maker of the chaos of madness, a new time has come...
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost.
The taste of blood in my mouth, my hunger appeased. A lonely hunt for the chosen alone. Crowned at night at the throne of madness. To bear a kingdom out of the ashes of the dead.
Still are the beasts in will and soul. A scent drawing near, we indulge ourselves. The eternal battle that time takes. But the savage brings victory.
Like a whispering blade. The words of truth strike. The hour of renewal, the age of wrath...
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost.
Towards the night I gaze. Stricken, driven to the ground.
Giddying thoughts rush about, dazed filled with resentment.
The blood scratches my veins.
My soul deprived. Driven out of my brother half.
Hear the children of the night...
The children of the night cry, a fallen father.
Sorrow turns to wrath, cold rain falls.
Eases my pain, gives me strength back.
Reminds me, of the deeds of evil-doers...
Trapped in the fire, no way out.
Cut and beaten, bound by runes.
Binds my soul, my wolf brother.
Soul without body, body without soul.
Carved runes, the wolf's mind hold.
Shackled, bound by blood red iron barb.
Blackened blood in the eyes of others, the perfection of the soul through blood. Bred from the sting of wolves' thorn, during the dreams of the night. An emptiness filled, a twin soul to me bound.
The time will come when I'm whole again,
when I'll once again rule the night.
In the wolves' stone they've bound my soul,
one day the runes will break...
The first dawn of autumn slowly rises. Spreading colour over frosty meadow. Leaves fall to the ground. A storming sea of colours. A biding darkness is yet again at Year's gate.
The land sinks into a quiet torpor.
The days appear dim under clouds heavy with rain.
Icy is the froth of Rimfax in the early hours.
The calls from the forest call me home. To my kin, to my bed. Homeward, homeward my inner whispers. Home to deep valleys and leaf-filled vales.
To the paths I've always wandered. To streams that have quenched my thirst. To ponds and lakes so known to me. Where I've watched my reflection, cooled in the night under star-filled sky. Home, to feel the chill of the morning breeze on the mountain of the Fey... Home.
Thoughts wander over ancient land.
Hope from the old legacy echoes.
Shrouded in the heavy breath of gods.
The leaves of the ash whisper quietly.
They tell of earth and worlds below.
Of mountains and those who rule there.
They whisper of that which is my home.
These roots that cool in the cold streams of the underworld. They tell of wisdom that dwell and the primal force glowing therein.
They whisper of the sea and the brooks flowing there. Of the forest brooding dark and still, filled with memories and old wounds.
Tenacious and powerful. Proud and wise. With the root in the soil. Filled with the liquid of life. They tell of the old people. The beautiful that dance over the bog. Of the king of the forest. Quietly watching by the shore of the lake.
Of the mistress of the forest. The frail and misleading. This female being. With a delightful scent of leaves.
They whisper of the sky and the stars above. Of the secrets above. They whisper of the fresh water in the northern brook. They tell of Bifrost and the final road home.
The sun settles slowly in the horizon. The two worlds meet, a kingdom of dreams falls closely. From the lake a mist rises. Light, as the tears of elves. Wanders over the black surface.
I stand here yet again. On the mountain of the fey. Feeling the cold of the night breeze. The moon sings its full. Hear my kin call. Welcoming me home.
Never again will I leave this, my eternal home.
Many were those who fell.
All the more round the laden table of Valhalla.
A song of mourning I give to them.
Those who went to the embrace of shield maidens.
Reminiscence and tears to those who went hence.
Who now gaze by the gates of Asgaard.
Memories and songs will soon be sung.
By the fire in times of feasting.
We who sit here raise our drinking horns.
To those who sit at the table of the Father of All.
Together we drink to victory.
And to One-Eye wise.
Here in the halls of the king.
We drink to yield and peace.
Grief we carry no more.
We indulge in joy and intoxication.
Release : Vredens Tid
Thanks to the band for the sharing.
Tracklist :
01. Vid hargen (instrumental)
02. Sigrblot : Victory Sacrifice
03. Skymningsresa : Twilight Journey
04. Kolöga Trolltand : Coal-Eye Troll-tooth
05. Dödens strand : The Shore of Death
06. Preludium (instrumental)
07. Vredens tid : Age of Wrath
08. Svunna minnen (instrumental)
09. Frekastein : The Wolfstone
10. Hemfärd : Journey Home
11. Segervisa : Victory Song
02. Victory Sacrifice
Come storm, come fire.
Come bear foot, mount the mind.
Tomorrow calls,
my gaze upon the North Star.
The song of Valkyries...
Sacrifice to One-Eye, Lord of the spear.
Sacrifice for victory.
To Hravnáss bound, through oath.
Soon a victory won, for our ways.
Sigrblot...
Come dawn, come winds.
Come raven foot, winged mind.
Hosts gather, to the song of the horn.
Children of the North Star...
The wrath warms, storm winds carry.
A symphony of death.
The wrath of the berserk, slashes and tears, falling axes,
moaning and screams, thundering horns, broken steel.
The wrath of the berserk...
Come doldrums, come rain.
Go bear foot, release mind.
03. Twilight Journey
In the north the first frost covers.
In the south the first leaves fall.
The time to wander is now...
A timeless stream of force,
Wanders with the mind this night...
In the east the moon is full. In the west the golden embrace of Sunna dwindles.
The new day is about to dawn...
A timeless stream of force,
Wanders with the mind this night...
Flowing is the universe, the cold of wisdom.
Buried in the deep, a dim word.
Looking in the earth, at the foot of the mountain.
Hear me Fey, a glowing red rune.
A calling from above, pulls me away.
Rises from the earth, towards the brilliance of the stars...
Wanders in the web, woven by the Three.
Feel the embers, from the magic of the runes...
In the east Sunna is full. In the west the pale embrace of the moon dwindles.
The time to rest is now...
04. Coal-Eye Troll-tooth
Charcoal-Eye, root-deep tooth...
Like a tree on shallow and stony ground.
--Troll-Tooth...
Ancient, wise, friend of the mountain...
Twisted like the pine on weathered rock.
Shuns the sunlight in the day, flees the lands of men...
A roaring rumble shatters Charcoal-Eye's sleep.
--Whence this holler? Like a thorn in my soul.
who is this evil-doer that frustrates my slumber?
Shuns the sunlight in the day, flees the lands of men...
In blind fury, crashing along,
Charcoal-Eye charges forth...
With a roar of wrath against walls of stone, that break in his hand...
He rips and tears, he chews and bites,
the dust whirling with his savage dance...
Man and beast flee in haste,
away from the troll's raving madness...
The golden bell went to the sky,
crushing the tower on its way down.
--That's the end of that holler and damned roaring.
I'll take this home with me, where soon the ale will be brewing...
05. The Shore of Death
Pain consumes the soul, a tear of silence falls, in soil drenched with sorrow, blackest earth.
Heavy blackness blinds my sight, on trembling knees, the world slowly falls.
My hands fill with the water of life, a warm flow, I gently perish.
I release my feeble grip, delivered from the web.
From the chains that have fettered me.
I wade through the dark in the river of memories, an endless call for the shores of death.
I dimly discern her, she whose son I am.
The abyss and the dark, the bitter mother of pestilence.
I fall down on my knees before her sickly splendour. Her cold bosom greets my return...
07. Age of Wrath
Lost memories arise again, from the withering stuff of time.
They step forth from the ranks, a golden flame of hope.
The dull haze of disdain. Nourished by spite and scorn
Blinded by fury. Borne on the wings of vengeance.
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost.
The powerlessness before the hand of wrath, is mirrored in blind eyes. Brittle and empty, spreading venom, with a cloven tongue
The sweetness of the blood inebriates and nourishes, gives me to the fight. Maker of the chaos of madness, a new time has come...
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost.
The taste of blood in my mouth, my hunger appeased. A lonely hunt for the chosen alone. Crowned at night at the throne of madness. To bear a kingdom out of the ashes of the dead.
Still are the beasts in will and soul. A scent drawing near, we indulge ourselves. The eternal battle that time takes. But the savage brings victory.
Like a whispering blade. The words of truth strike. The hour of renewal, the age of wrath...
Risen as the masters of wrath...
Bane of the weak, light of the lost.
09. The Wolfstone
Towards the night I gaze. Stricken, driven to the ground.
Giddying thoughts rush about, dazed filled with resentment.
The blood scratches my veins.
My soul deprived. Driven out of my brother half.
Hear the children of the night...
The children of the night cry, a fallen father.
Sorrow turns to wrath, cold rain falls.
Eases my pain, gives me strength back.
Reminds me, of the deeds of evil-doers...
Trapped in the fire, no way out.
Cut and beaten, bound by runes.
Binds my soul, my wolf brother.
Soul without body, body without soul.
Carved runes, the wolf's mind hold.
Shackled, bound by blood red iron barb.
Blackened blood in the eyes of others, the perfection of the soul through blood. Bred from the sting of wolves' thorn, during the dreams of the night. An emptiness filled, a twin soul to me bound.
The time will come when I'm whole again,
when I'll once again rule the night.
In the wolves' stone they've bound my soul,
one day the runes will break...
10. Journey Home
The first dawn of autumn slowly rises. Spreading colour over frosty meadow. Leaves fall to the ground. A storming sea of colours. A biding darkness is yet again at Year's gate.
The land sinks into a quiet torpor.
The days appear dim under clouds heavy with rain.
Icy is the froth of Rimfax in the early hours.
The calls from the forest call me home. To my kin, to my bed. Homeward, homeward my inner whispers. Home to deep valleys and leaf-filled vales.
To the paths I've always wandered. To streams that have quenched my thirst. To ponds and lakes so known to me. Where I've watched my reflection, cooled in the night under star-filled sky. Home, to feel the chill of the morning breeze on the mountain of the Fey... Home.
Thoughts wander over ancient land.
Hope from the old legacy echoes.
Shrouded in the heavy breath of gods.
The leaves of the ash whisper quietly.
They tell of earth and worlds below.
Of mountains and those who rule there.
They whisper of that which is my home.
These roots that cool in the cold streams of the underworld. They tell of wisdom that dwell and the primal force glowing therein.
They whisper of the sea and the brooks flowing there. Of the forest brooding dark and still, filled with memories and old wounds.
Tenacious and powerful. Proud and wise. With the root in the soil. Filled with the liquid of life. They tell of the old people. The beautiful that dance over the bog. Of the king of the forest. Quietly watching by the shore of the lake.
Of the mistress of the forest. The frail and misleading. This female being. With a delightful scent of leaves.
They whisper of the sky and the stars above. Of the secrets above. They whisper of the fresh water in the northern brook. They tell of Bifrost and the final road home.
The sun settles slowly in the horizon. The two worlds meet, a kingdom of dreams falls closely. From the lake a mist rises. Light, as the tears of elves. Wanders over the black surface.
I stand here yet again. On the mountain of the fey. Feeling the cold of the night breeze. The moon sings its full. Hear my kin call. Welcoming me home.
Never again will I leave this, my eternal home.
11. Victory Song
Many were those who fell.
All the more round the laden table of Valhalla.
A song of mourning I give to them.
Those who went to the embrace of shield maidens.
Reminiscence and tears to those who went hence.
Who now gaze by the gates of Asgaard.
Memories and songs will soon be sung.
By the fire in times of feasting.
We who sit here raise our drinking horns.
To those who sit at the table of the Father of All.
Together we drink to victory.
And to One-Eye wise.
Here in the halls of the king.
We drink to yield and peace.
Grief we carry no more.
We indulge in joy and intoxication.
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