Soulgrind The Origins of the Paganblood 1. The Valley Through the journey we are suffering I found myself deep inside the shattered mind, For I had lost all trace of the straight path. Ah how hard it is to tell what it is like, How the journey was, how dense and rugged ! To think of it still fills my mind with pain. Day is now fading, and the dusky air Release the creatures dwelling here in death There is darkness which weeps in heaven So that heaven's strict decree is broken. A loud thunder shattered the deep Sleep in my head, sleep in my head I stood straight up with a steady stare, Sleep in my head, sleep in my head Dark and deep is the valley I will be the first, and you shall follow me Dark and deep is the valley I will be the first, and you shall follow me The truth is I found myself upon the edge Of the chasm of the valley of salted tears Which stores the clamor of unending crying. Dark and deep and foggy is is the valley 2. Northlander These mournful shadows are sealed in ice Where we praise their shine with no shame Where all the crushing rocks converge And through all of North we spread his name Hooded and dark walked the man among the shade Showed the strength while the earth weaped Search of innocence, young and pure Before they were there, in the darkened hole Welcomed is Northlander The strength power from Northlands Welcomed are shine and glaze The iron, force and ice They saw along the sides and on the bottom The livid blackened all pocked full of holes The place where we have come to clamber down The Souls of grinded, darkened paganhood "A wolf that lies in its lair never gets meat, or a sleeping man victory" Name the last of the destructions Name the third of the destroyers From the portals of Pohjola To the narrowest of gate-way When thou hast still farther wandered Where the walls are forged from iron And from steel the outer bulwark I can quench the flames of passion I can meet the prowling wild-beasts I have plowed the serpent-pastures Plowed the adder-fields of Northland Bring to me my battle-armor Bring my magic mall of cooper Bring me too my father's broadsword Keep the old man's blade from rusting 3. When Those Nights Have Circled Over For devils have all power by a certain subtle art An art can permanently produce a true form Can bring about any permanent cure Impediments brought about by blessed magic charms Master of all the Masters of the laws Second to nature, second to love Second to birth of wrath and death The feast of the blessed The feast of the future in us When the nights have circled over As I linger in the waters As I wander through the ocean All this life is cold and dreary Painful here is every motion Come I pray thee, hither hasten, Hasten more that thou art needed From the shining of the new sun From the lighting of the full moon I will set my face against the cross And destroy lies out of the midst of my people In whom there is a divine spirit arising Those persons are said to be weak, soon forgotten 4. Red River It all begins with blood Whose flesh becomes the Earth Whose bones the mountains And whose skull the sky And so legends begin with pain The birth, agonies of love Unlike the god on the book These earthy entities seem close and tangible Both in form and spirit A heathen does not weep for lost Eden But carves a new garden from the living earth Seeds it with passions and pain Feasts on the fruits before Underworld prevails The Pagan is determined to enjoy the earth To nourish the future with the blood Pagan world with wonders and vitality Anything worth having costs a little pain Our words rustle on the winds Our anger falls like thunderbolts Shattering hearts and thrones alike Both in form and spirit Red River Cycle of birth 5. The Tree of Life A virgin is brought naked Under the tree, into the circle Her maiden's blood is blended with muddied earth and dried heather Blood is sealed into the bottle Covered in black cloth for 13 nights A little is smeared onto every plow and spade To ensure that land can give what it can The body is burned, to blend to ash Blood is sprayed on the new lambs The body is burned, for the new, hands She is now the high priestess of the night She gave ultimate price of her love From her comes all, all becomes her From her death rises life again She is now the high priestess of the night She gave ultimate price of her love The true flames will devour her She will put the one into the fire The Great North will enter South The Great Leader will put death to every man The body is burned, to blend to ash Blood is sprayed on the new lambs The body is burned, for the new, hands 6. Autumn Sitting on the rocks in water On the stone-blocks in the river Take the foam and white capped billows Glowing, rise above the waters Lift thy head above the whirlpool Gather well the foam and billows Autumn, shines through the water Autumn, death and birth, all in same Through the rocky walks and channels Through the surges wildly tossing And the vessel passed in safety Through the dangers of the current Through the sacred stream and whirlpool As it gains the open worlds 7. Flesh Marionette Upside down, the wall is watching As the hooks enter the weaker flesh The burn deep inside my denial As the fruits rotten with anger of black Silence of eternal Through the darkening tree Flesh, the Bones and Fire Through the night as we bleed Grey eyes of shades emerald Little girl with masquerade of serpents Horns of the dark jewels As black swallows again Die, die, die, pain, pain And more they shall be still, until the Grey comes Who shall make us perish in our pain He shall not feed on either earth or pelf But upon death, and on pain and plague It all weeps in all my thoughts and is despondent Pain such made me that beast without peace Which, coming on against me by degrees Thrust me back thither where the sun us silent While I am rushing downward to the lowland Before mine eyes did The One present himself Who seemed from long-continued silent hoarse Before mine eyes did The One present himself 8. Paganblood From the primeval times To the great expanse of fallen In the infinite, in the far Outstretching spaces Ride the sign as water-mother Towards the east, and also southward Towards the west, and also northward The sea in all directions In a solitude of ethereal From the East in fierceness Whips the ocean into surges Strikes the stars with sprays of weeping Union now of force and beauty Sink the storm-winds into slumber Play the forces of the Northland Till at last in full conception Ride the sign as water-mother Towards the east, and also southward Towards the west, and also northward The sea in all directions 9. The Watchful Eye & the Old Way The constant dirge of mortality and sin Ranking your wondering sensibilities This world your passions cried Is no dying sin-tr (sic) But a glorious reflection of all Divinity O' yes, you found her Denied your inspiration by the hanging god's words You sought out darker corners To find the source of your muse O' yes, you found her Slowly lower your eyes Stare intently at the dwelling Several of the Names Do not have words But a seal for each name Has been given through the vale But a seal for each name Has been given through the vale And she made you her own There is no longer room in your soul for lies O' yes, you found her O' yes, you found her 10. Circle of Pain & Glory No one would mistake the Northlander for an angel Life is cruel, the harsh lands which reserve old secrets Like the North, the Pagan gods are remorseless In the way, that christians declare Satan is evil Bribe the soil with rituals and blood Hail the hearts of ancient gods The Circle of Pain That marks life on this earth The Circle of glory Has begun to spin faster and faster The war as a remembrance of those Who marked the paths, upon which we now walk The union of this is not attended with any danger But with force of desire and passion, time