Fejd : Storm album translated to English
Release : Storm
Thanks to the band for the sharing.
Tracklist :
01. Offerrök : Sacrifice Smoke
02. Svanesång : Svanesång
03. Älvorna Dansar : Dance of the Fairies
04. Vid Jore Å : At the Jore Å
05. Egils Polska (instrumental)
06. Storm
07. Varg i Veum
08. Äril : Hearth
09. Skuld : Guilt
10. Likfärd (instrumental)
11. Bergakungen : Bergakungen
12. Morgonstjärnan : The Morning Star
01. Sacrifice Smoke
Nine days the sacrifice lasts now let us rejoice
Wild dances of joy and fellowship in the halls of the asa temple
Nine days the sacrifice lasts now let us rejoice
Wild dances of joy and fellowship the sacrifice smoke rise towards the sky
The mead is flowing noble beverage, may it never dry out
Full horns now raise to our friends
Fires burning kettles simmer, the food is on the tables
Bravely drink for every ones prosperity
Nine days the sacrifice lasts now let us rejoice
Wild dances of joy and fellowship in the halls of the asa temple
Nine days the sacrifice lasts now let us rejoice
Wild dances of joy and fellowship the sacrifice smoke rise towards the sky
Aesirs are honored runes are cut, the scald forges the words
Ancient warriors are honored in our saga
Promised cheers the feast honors, powerful the song is heard
Family ties are strengthened and sealed
Nine days the sacrifice lasts now let us rejoice
Wild dances of joy and fellowship in the halls of the asa temple
Nine days the sacrifice lasts now let us rejoice
Wild dances of joy and fellowship the sacrifice smoke rise towards the sky
Oracle runes are carved sharpened edge, interpret them in blood
Ask the Gods for rich gifts
The sacrifice gives peace and harvest, mother of fertility
Nine years are sanctified for the land
Nine days the sacrifice lasts now let us rejoice
Wild dances of joy and fellowship in the halls of the asa temple
Nine days the sacrifice lasts now let us rejoice
Wild dances of joy and fellowship the sacrifice smoke rise towards the sky
02. Svanesång
In light of fire, I perceive you, a shadow play out of flames
no more shall I meet your gaze and get to squeeze your firm hand
up to the sky smoke billows out in a sea without land
in the glow of the bonfire runes sizzles up, interpret them if you can
Around the ring I dance around, I excite the blood warm
my drum roars wild and beautiful, the heat turns loose
chants swore at the family's band, a slayer, I found
back to back over the distant sea, a tall pine tree you were
Do you now or not
At the root of rock rumbles the earth song, a portent so powerfully by the passage of time
the mother's bosom, we strengthened each other, from sources well, we drank
ask me now where I stand alone on the rock of black pain wounds
hear my voice so hoarse and frail, by the spear of sorrow, I was shot
Now the thread forms at the warp of fate, a shimmering web of everything in life
up on a shiny shield we were carried, the two of us by our father
body trembles a swoon intoxication, the sweat is flowing with holy sorcery
a journey far with a dark burden, behind the darkness I see lights
Do you now or not
The sheer mind over roadless land, a stray wind beyond protection from the dead
in the cold track will ice every tear, in the worlds where I shall go
came all the forces from the south and north, wild sejddjur show you now
for this core is a sword being forged, tempered in my blood
Over land, on sea, I must find a murderer
over land, sea, I fly in örnehamn
03. Dance of the Fairies
Enchanting beauty in the dance of fairies
Shimmering being of light
Tears of silver in Daggkåpa¹ embrace
Twilight carefully falls
A mother of age so old and worn
still searching for the traces
She follows the paths in the green moss beds
A feather bed without life
See them then follow them tonight
Fairies dancing wildly on moon steep meadows
Silver covered is the ground in wizardrys garb
A mirage made of light so captivating and tempting
Tones of a song with appealing words
Wandering souls they float as haze
Arched in the play of the fairies
The griefing mother falls to her knees of pardon
The children of the forest are here
See them then follow them tonight
Fairies dancing wildly...
1. It's a plant, Alchemilla Vulgaris
04. At the Jore Ź
Flow you Jore that time has fled
at spring you rush so swift
white flowers they adorn your beach
peacefully flowing towards the rapids noise
Dark casing, black depths
what there lurks, childhood faith in the Jore Å, the Jore Å
Trout watching the streams sweet game
Under the alders green leaf
Shy shadows against the iron red sand
A millstone reminds you of the stream of power
Dark casing, black depths
what there lurks, childhood faith in the Jore Å, the Jore Å
Birch trees swaying in the warm morning breeze
day dawns and reborn
Side by side we walk familiar path
down in the valley towards the childhoods creek
Dark casing, black depths
what there lurks, childhood faith in the Jore Å, the Jore Å
1. The Jore Å is a creek running outside the Rimmerfors brothers home
06. Storm
Favourable winds take me out at dawn
Away on the sea, now I leave, and I see wooded ridges towards the land
Still you wait for me, my beloved friend
The light of the sea sometimes twinkles cold
As the breaker wildly sheers
I follow the wave that will retreat me from you
In the North woods I left my birth
Until the time for wisdoms harvest
Heaven and sea will fall again towards everybody’s grave
The storm roars and the winds wailing cries
The waves sweep trough my frozen heart
I freeze, freeze
Sea-fires gleam mirrors the journey of life
That now rocks in the arms of the fjord
Flush of emotions seized by longing for a distant land
Emerge to the dark room of thunder
To a realm of grim cold
Moment of damnation to conjure a primordial God
The storm roars....
Storm, storm in the well of my hart
The storm is the struggle of wind
The battle over vast seas
Cold trough marrow and bone
Frosty breaths
The rain lash me hard
A war cry is heard from the voices of the North
In the rasping cries of the wind
A raging sea in its abode I bravely cruise
Abysmal depths a sensation of death
With thirst of hunting jaws
From immemorial tradition to appease its greedy prey
The storm roars....
07. Varg i Veum¹
Legends of yore tells of deeds
swords were raised and court peace was broken
baring his mind with the slaying requests
ravage and insult with fury force
Keep the beloved in the safest embrace
fear and dread was the path they found
born out of love's sacred womb
doomed to suffer the in villains violence
The darkness approaching and the moment was difficult
the mountain is bursting of pain
stung by wrath in times of wolves
Fate was carved in stone
The grief of the heart with flaming fires
blindly hunting an indefinite friend
shadows brooding in the dark forest
torches lit to drive those away
Varg i Veum
The darkness approaching and the moment was difficult
the mountain is bursting of pain
stung by wrath in times of wolves
Fate was carved in stone
1. Outlaw, Murderer (Wolf) in the woods
08. Hearth
Flames flicker in our hearth such as longing that devours
Such as ashes is then the blight as the fire inside us all
only this trifling is so beautiful, I give myself away to the woods
like a pine for my pride, swear life that appears as myth
I advise myself of all thoughts for they doubt in my soul
I mourn life for its delight if life is dear to me
As the shadows at night playing evil for those who see
set trap, catch the eye of death, who spares if no-one begs
answers awaits in our life, chasing fate that is to be
seek the fortune on if it’s waiting, bring comfort when grief stages
I advise myself of all thoughts for they doubt in my soul
I mourn life for its delight if life is dear to me
If our hearth now fades one time, foretell my hands in what is left
memories of flames in the ashes so gray
An omen to shed me a faded glow
In each spark is a golden tear, intending to die
Flames flicker in our hearth such as longing that devours
Such as ashes is then the blight as the fire inside us all
only this trifling is so beautiful, I give myself away to the woods
like a pine for my pride, swear life that appears as myth
I advise myself of all thoughts for they doubt in my soul
I mourn life for its delight if life is dear to me
I advise myself of all thoughts for they doubt in my soul
I mourn the lives of its delight of life is dear to me
If our hearth now fades one time, foretell my hands in what is left
memories of flames in the ashes so gray
09. Guilt
Screams of pain, hurt by its burning hatred
violent anger, fear for my life
violate the blood, I am fettered
Traveling at sea cold
raise my eyes toward heaven
Tears sting of wounded skin
breathe heavy
looking for reasons, finding no solace
have mercy, I squirm
Traveling at sea cold
raise my eyes toward heaven
Darkness reigns, thoughts flowing desolate
I tremble so alone in the hall of stone
dim memories chasing me without doubt
in the distance, they wail to gain peace
One time, I thought I know riddles
the answers in case of debt and truth
bound in the deepest anxiety
suffer to live with grief and eternal debt
Screams of pain, hurt by its burning hatred
violent anger, fear for my life
violate the blood, I am fettered
Traveling at sea cold
raise my eyes toward heaven
11. Bergakungen
there he stood so tall, the mountain king from the north
with a yearning sence
a maid from the village he snared to his halls
with wizardry
and the virgin she rides with the wind in her hair
as fair and beautiful as a fairy
the stars they twinkle on the path she travels
in secret she meets her beloved
she falls into lethargy with eyes of stone
in his cold embrace
his magic is strong, for thousands of years
she will be fettered
at sunset she dresses with golden delight
to honor her king
in the darkest chamber she attends to stand bride
with her mountain king
12. The Morning Star¹
Blooded board between yards go from hand to hand
Inherit men sit down in gray wool
They swear in their blood so red an oath to never fail
Messenger is riding in the forests protecting womb
Battle axe urge to war
Battle axe a violent end
The message sweeps ahead, it has a long way to go
Time has come for battle men in the land of Värend²
The chain cant be broken confirmed by blood
Aged are the signs carved in burnt wood
Messenger rides through nights and days
To defend your rights again
Bring the deep wounds of battle
Sacrifice your life for its poverty
Their freedom will last forever
1. It's a medieval weapon
2. Part of Sweden that used to be as an own state in the past
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