Wodensthrone Curse 1. The Remaining Few 2. Jormungandr [Lyrics: Hréowsian - Music: Wodensthrone] This silent earth tremors with seemingly sentient purpose A hatred forged through aeons with unrequited benevolence Her divine rage tears the earth asunder inviting her kin to embrace oblivion As the wounds they have rent (in her) bleed streams of fiery blood To burn away the taint of the guilty And O' how she weeps, as her children choke And cry for release from the flames of her vengeance Until the rivers of blood run to the rising seas Which wash over the carnage to quench the embers of hate But death is the only release from her terrible wratch For she knows that they must die... ...like the parasites they are Silence falls as the waters recede and the sun beats down upon the still earth with a newfound sense of hope All is calm once more Life slowly reawakens and emerges from the ruins Blinking into the sunlight of this new dawn as the earth lies still, mourning All is calm once more 3. First Light [Lyrics: Hréowsian - Music: Wildeþrýð, Árfæst, Rædwalh, A. Marshall] First light caresses the sky I am the creator "In biting flame and burning ice it shall begin again" Whisper to me the name of the wind be one with me transcend the self and become the whole Let us hear the song of the ocean and feel the weight of the sky The heart opens as the eye closes Pluck out and relinquish the 'I' Ancestral warnings etched into our souls steer us from the darkness that lies within us all The serpent slumbers only lightly Though he with one eye keeps vigil Upon his throne once more As it was, so it shall be again The serpent slumbers only lightly Though he with one eye keeps vigil Upon his throne once more As it was, so it is again 4. The Great Darkness [Lyrics: Hréowsian, Árfæst - Music: Wildeþrýð, Rædwalh, Árfæst] "A word; conceived in a cascade of light, given substance via the axiom of doubt An emblem of truth to those who bow their heads and dwell within its shadow Wherefore to stand in the garish light of the antediluvian liberty When the chastening glow of darkness brings its on gratification?" Like worms they prostate themselves before the great eye and crawl on their bellies through shards of god. Emerging in radiant gloom, a cruel mockery of luminescence, Like the twisted afterglow of a star bound in chains. Our idols were gifted back to us as the lowest among distortions For the fools who dip their blades in the cesspools of betrayers In the name of gods they never had; our godheads, wrenched from grace To preside o'er the hate of the heard, belighted and broken by tyrant and state Do not call me brother! My cause is not your cause! Your faith was never mine! And mine will ne'er be yours! The betrayers who would have us thank them for poisoning the well of our beliefs And bearing its perverted message as their own, to the funeral of our creed 5. Battle Lines [Lyrics: Árfæst, Hréowsian - Music: Árfæst, Wildeþrýð, Rædwalh] "And so it comes to this And thus are we undone..." The foundations of our fathers' truths Eroded by the cruelties of fate Thus enslaved wear their yoke like a crown And their dishonour like the finest jewel The profane usurps the sacred The sacred defiled as profane Unquestioning blindness proclaimed to be sight The denial of death and the sourging of life And so it comes to this But thus are we undone? The Curse on ruinous currents ascends Born by winds we dare not name Its corruption taints all in its wake Its ravenous shadow enshrouding the earth Where is our courage? Wherefore is our pride? When good men do nothing Whilst tyrants scar the skies The lonely forest whispers An oaken eulogy A battlecry for those who stand Before this poisoned tide Against the Eye that glares incandescent And those who conspire that great deeds fail Our banners crack and flutter in forewarning The threatening promise of tempests to come Hearken to me! Seek not for Gods to break our chains Seek strength and will to break the chains ourselves Seek for the essence of the wind's true name That we might command our fate once more! 6. Wyrgþu [Lyrics & Music: Árfæst] The dead are like an ocean stilled Friend and foe alike in oblivion's embrace And still we cannot cast aside our arms and rest Poisoned by the venom of belief Cast flailing into the crucible of fate By the negligence of dying gods That like decrepit beasts, have thrown their bodies down Their feral might relinquished, succumbing to decay Where rivers once roared and churned their course The shadows of the clouds are all that seem to move A burnished glow of fires on the seared horizon The flicker of embers around our feet Ashes of meaning drift beyond our broken grasp Fireflies against an endless wound of night A wasteland of embittered ghosts And the interment of our feeble hopes Draw down the wrathful storm to cleanse this ruined world And wash away man's ignobility Pray for atonement and the agonies to come So that those who follow may find a better path The storms I call to bear us To the mercy of the void Even in death Our blood will nourish the bounty of your Spring 7. The Storm [Lyrics: Árfæst - Music: Wildeþrýð, Rædwalh, Hréowsian] The air was fire and water A raging inviolable torrent The immutable currents of being Tearing the earth asunder Our cries bled together With a measureless multitude Voices raised in reverence Soaring above the abyss of despair We were the wind that rends The wolf that devours the traitorous sun And the blindness it once bequeathed That bred and swarmed in the lands beneath We were the wind that cleanses The tumultuous, ravening fury That swept the blight of our ruin In to the maw of Nothingness All is lost In the fire that purifies All is Not In the firmament's agonies All that Was Reforged in the furnace of Chaoes All is Reborn Our spirits engulfed by the heart of the Storm The circle of memory closes Darkness and radiance coiled together Serpentine flames entwined A Bindrune imprisons the Eye The chains shall be broken The balance restored The disease shall be purged The sign of eternal return 8. The Name Of The Wind [Lyrics: Hréowsian - Music: Wildeþrýð, Árfæst, Rædwalh] A serpent coils once more, the eye unblinking and vacant As clouds tumble, broken from the sky as if pierced by golden spears A silent voice cries out in mute elation A memory of sound, eclipsed by the howling of gods Ealdgast, older than time The voice of the soill beckons me home We beseeched the wisfom of the gods But our words died amid the chasm of silence Their voices choked in subjugation Smothered beneath veils of seductive deceit Yet still I stand, bloodied but unbroken By my own hands I forged my fate In defiant mockery of the heavens The wind speaks to me once more And the gods scream my name Gerádwine ‒ Bass Árfæst ‒ Keyboards Rædwalh ‒ Guitars, Vocals Wildeþrýð ‒ Guitars, Vocals Hréowsian ‒ Drums, Percussion