Falkenbach En Their Medh Riki Fara... Heathenpride Once a mighty king ruled in a northern land his enemies he fought with steel and iron hand. So many tales were told, his name a glorious sound, "god-like he is" they said, and by no christian laws was bound. Long ago in a northern land... One day they came across the nordic sea, the man of the cross and camped beside a tree which was called a sacred one for all thy heathen hearts, where sacrifices were given to their northern forefathers Gods... The elder and wise men amongst them watched distrustful to all those of the foreign men with their swords in hand .. and the mighty tree was felled... Some days gone by and the elder men disappointed, they found a grave with a wooden cross upon. So they all gathered at a place near the sea at night, they all sat around their king, and a campfire gave it's light... First words were spoken by a maiden of great beauty, she whispered silent words to Freya and began to speak. Her iceblue eyes filled with tears as she told them all what happened in the woods three days ago when two christian men raped her body... Many people told what happened and what was done by the christian men; a girl was burned and three farmers died, nine children were never seen again... The king drew his sword and saddled his black horse, they gave a sacrifice to Odin and to Tyr, the Gods of their war, that might before the morning of... REVENGE!!! The stars were shining from a dark black sky, their swords reflected the light of the moon, their torches burned red, the flames blazed up high, the hour of their raid will come soon... REVENGE!!! As the sun at last arose crimson, beyond the nordic sea, they all stood in armour, with helmet and sword, and with certainty of what was forever will be... .. a furore normannorum libera nos domine... The bells of the christian churches tolled, woke them up so much to late, two ravens high above watched this bloody deeds when the steel becomes their fate... After hours the most of the christian men by the northmen all were slayed, the sun high above was shining bright that day of heathenpride... Ultima Thule A world is deep inside of me, filled with ancient pride... No mortal one has ever seen the horse on which I ride... The one-eyed God is on my way, Thor will be my guide, Freya knows the path I go the Fenriswolf to fight... Winternight Sunset beyond a grey vast forest, I'm longing for the night to break into the woods and darkness then will be my light. .. beginning of my wandering through coldness and grim ice, to find the one I'm searching for before the sun again will rise... Fire - burns down the christian houses and shows me the way with it's light, my ancestors are with me on this wandering into this darkest winternight... Following the foodsteps no snowflake will efface, a northern breeze beckons my body and northern snow my face... I feel he gets nearer to me, a lightning strikes with pride, the thunder roars, the trees now rush, I sense my master is not wide... Thors hammer - in chains around my neck, an ancient wisdom deep inside, my blood flows wild now through my veins while my wandering through this darkest winternight... A lifetime I have been in search for what the elder ones have told me, for strongness and the truth, for blood and victory... But now the time for me has come, no way to find back home, the snow begins to burry me, but I'm no longer now allone... My sword tears my breast, I'm spilling my own blood... The last on this world so I saw was the beckoning of my God...Winternight... Into The Ardent Awaited Land... Far away beyond the horizon, above the shadows of the horses hoofs, a maiden behind a golden shield in a chariot rides across the sky. Two ravens are above us, a long forgotten tale, how it is to reach the utter hail and the eyes of a Valkyrjur caress your heart... When a lightning strikes with pride and a thunder roars upon us, when the trees will be beckoned by their dew again the icecold mist shows us our way... Then be sure, oh thy heathenhearts, our time will soon be there, when the one-eyed God walks amidst us and the neighing will be deep inside of our hearts... One day we will tear the hearts of the ones who stay against us, the nine worlds are in our hands since we've found the key of Valgrind. No wolf will ever subdur us, oh Freya hear my words, forever I'll be in your retinue and await to sense your breath... Once you will open your eyes while a maiden is kneeing at your side, and she will kiss you to awake for you will stride the mighty rainbowbridge... Two ravens are above you, they will show you the final way across the river and over the mountain, into the ardent awaited land...