Enslaved - Eld
Original Version Promo Version 1. 793 (slaget om lindisfarne) 16:10 1. 793 (slaget om lindisfarne) 16:10 2. Hordalendingen 5:19 2. Hordalendingen 5:19 3. Alfablot 6:33 3. Alfablot 6:33 4. Kvasirs blod 7:52 4. Kvasirs blod 7:52 5. For lenge siden 8:09 5. For lenge siden 8:09 6. Glemt 8:04 6. Glemt 8:04 7. Eld 6:37 7. Eld 6:37 total time 58:44 total time 58:44
793 (THE BATTLE OF LINDISFARNE) - 793 (SLAGET OM LINDISFARNE) (Music: Ivar Bjornson 1995/1996, lyrics: Grutle Kjelsson 1995/1996) Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the sea Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Agder gathered for battle in common Proud men with no fear Strokes from the sword crushed the skill of the christian A long time we ruled, kings of the north Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard But, betrayed by our own brothers we were forced down on our knees Now, when the wind once again is howling, the thoughts finally goes forward home We shall rise in our glory The white horde will for sure shiver "We died like men Therefore we never vanished Weak is the one the enemy loves Never betray your origin" THE MAN FROM HARDALAND (HORDALENDINGEN) (Music: Ivar Bjornson 1995, lyrics: Grutle Kjelsson 1995) Waves are cutting like a knife of time On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the shore Two eyes are eyeing the seas Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors glory A lonely mind is longing For the raising of sails A swordarm is longing hungrily To cut the throats of cowards A forgotten treasure is now recovered Brought out from the darkness of Midhard Its powers will never again disappear It is guarded by a man from Hordaland A night of sorrow will soon be over Memories from ancient times will glow A wind blows away the dust from an ancient sword Two ravens will predict his return The sun sets in the west He lifts his proud face He looks towards the North Star The Man From Hordaland SACRIFICE TO THE ELVES (ALFABLOT) (Music: Ivar Bjornson 1996, lyrics: Grutle Kjelsson 1993/1996) Bring forth your sacrifice The winter can last for long Show them honour Servants of Frey Let the blood flow On his pride Until they are pleased To provide our magnificense and growth Our king will show his wrath If we do not honour our promise Poor the harvest will be Without seeds in earth Don't spill the finest blood Strong sons will not be born too often "Oh, wise Volve, when shall I get to see fields of growth?" "When shall I once again feel the light touch from Freyas hands?" Death comes fast If you do not honour The people below The friends of the Vanirs Bring forth The holy boar Then the sun will shine And we can still breath We didn't wish to die We didn't wish to awake The wrath of the elders Bring forth the holy boar Dont spill the finest blood Strong sons will not be born too often "Oh, wise Volve, when shall I get to see fields of growth?" "When shall I once again feel the light touch from Freyas hands?" THE BLOOD OF KVASIR (KVASIRS BLOD) (Music: Ivar Bjornson & Grutle Kjelsson 1996, lyrics: Grutle Kjelsson 1996) A war ruled in ancient times Between the holy races, the vanirs and the Ases When peace came, the deities united From a bowl filled with spit rose Kvasir "Wise he becomes, he drinks the holy mead, the blood of Kvasir, but not he who drinks from the spilled mead that dripped from the falcon" Kvasir the father of poets by dwarfhands he died From the blood of Kvasir they made the meads of poets, the holy drink Fjalar and Galar once murdered Gilling the Giant, the father of Suttung Enraged, Suttung demanded justice to be fulfilled The blood of Kvasir become the mead of Suttung Grimne flew out from Valhalla In the shape of the falcon To the Home of Giants and to Nitberg Bauge was deceived, and Gunnlod betrayed Out from Nitberg the falcon flew Finally Kvasir should return to Aasgard But, when the mead disappeared, Suttung became furious Out in the shape of the eagle he followed Sadly, Grimne had to spill from his valuable treasure Which led to the making of the false poets The falcon flew home to his domains And Sutting flew into the flames of Tjalve A LONG TIME AGO (FÖR LENGE SIDEN) (Music: Ivar Bjornson 1995, lyrics: Grutle Kjelsson 1995) Hymns were sung In the times when our people still were proud In the long gone past A long time ago Then came the disease The disease from south Deception and false knowledge Infected our minds Survival of the fittest was forgotten But still it didn't disappear Beneath the layers of a thousand years of deception Burn the ancients northern thoughts Fight! Don't let your powers disappear Our sunset shall also be our dawn They burned our temples They killed our men We shall take back What once were ours Fight! Deny not your mind Our sunset shall also be our dawn We shall once again sing Hymns from ancient times Like we did in those days A long time ago FORGOTTEN (GLEMT) (Music and lyrics: Ivar Bjornson 1995) The silence inside this place is screaming Here, were the roses never wither, as they never bloomed Here the sun never shone Even the darkness never came in No hope, no fear An ocean of tears that never fell Tomorrow brings remembrance of opened wounds The light inveded the endless darkness A soul, which birth was denied A soul that became forgotten The darkness fades away even the brightest colour The street is empty, and leads to nowhere A shrilling scream, that no one heard Who cares? We can all be free "Tomorrow is a new day, But today was new as well... ...For only thing is fear fealt The fear of life" Fallen asleep, wrapped in a blood red blanket Two dead eyes are staring into emptiness From a soul, which birth was denied Death greets the one life forgot FIRE (ELD) (Music: Ivar Bjornson & Grutle Kjelsson 1996, lyrics: Grutle Kjelsson 1996) Born in flames in the time before time In the sparkling embrace of Muspellheim Born to be your souls darkened depths Before Audhumia, our ancient mother awakened When your eyes are glowing with hate A hate older than both men and gods Then you see the light of Muspell To strong for any man to tame The oldest force will man never understand In the deepest domains of fire, man can never reign Stronger than the grip of death Mightier than the lights of the Noms Wise than Fimbul-Tul More betraying than the son of Faarbaute That, who once brought forth life And gave us Mother Earth Shall return in the flames of Surt Our flesh shall burn at Ragnarok Our souls shall be united in FROST & FIRE -- Recorded & mixed in Grieghallen winter 96/97. Produced by Pytten & ENSLAVED. Engineered by Pytten & J. Traeen. Edited and samples added at Traeen Turbo Sound. Logo designed by J.W.H. Band photos by Karl Henrik Nymo. Booklet photos by S. Johnsen & G. Kjelsson. Outfit designs by Margit Brekke. -- Typed in by Lobotomy (lobotomy@kirahvi.joensuu.fi) Lyrics in plain text format