` In the Woods The Return to the Isle of Men The Wings of My Dreamland I will never feel tired Nor fall asleep When these wings at first embraced my heart They would never again leave once it was my dream Now it is my soul Prima Mater unveiled her unknown depths My kingdom is eternal Tell De Dde Tidens sr vil ei leges re fremfor alt I kamp med sjel, med styrke og hat Et knos som regjerer Tar over sinnets makt Bak skygger lurer helhet og tap Vidder falt i tke Kalde like p frossen mark Menn viker ddens kraft I en tid, fylt av sjelens under Blod of trer flger Natten En frykt som gjemmes bort Bak ett slr, gudsforlatt i svart Sverdarmer svinges Og stolthet far vre forfedres rot Vi sverget, at mot i en feid skal ei svikte ditt egenmanns blod Forbli da heller sjelels! Dd, Tomhet og Svik.. ..Blir senket som stl Menn krever slaget Menn knuser "tro" Ja, Menn krever dden dden og fallet for kristenmannsblod Hedensk vi alltid vil seire Og Hedensk vi alltid vil tro Symbolet vil bres for styrke Styrken som overgr alt. Vi har tapt horder til fiendes blot Men nr vi str samlet fortelles det av egenhendig visdom at; Den som intet vger, intet vinner. Balder's tegn sr hyt En ny ra vil stige Det har blitt fortalt som i ett eldre sagn Med feighet skal feighet forvises Tell De Dde! In The Woods... Pagan Myths From the deep, eternal forests A true melancholic atmosphere Haunts this hidden world Where men for hundreds of years Have immortalized their cult. One with this world This is where I long to be ...... Creation Of An Ancient Shape See this form of darkness and search its endless feast Floating through this storm immortal histories Cold and destructive Wisdom which hailed from the north crushing all good With a touch of bare skin Spread total fear through them hordes As chaos strikes and weakness dies Armed in iron weapons Die to reach the sky Brave men into battle Allfather, greet me in your hall A creation All it will rise again Warriors strive for vengeance Ancient shapes of creation Wotan's Return Sing for me.. To lift above in all these fallen walls, And bleed for me In the deepest release. Travelling through honour Travelling through strength Voyage floating centuries keeps the key for wisdom Feelings for the "lost" winds Winds which howl reverse Remote, the fields of oddities odours But we will still appear in coats of mail, And still obliterate these "old" origins, While dreaming, a thousand choirs spell their hail Towards faithfulness, become one with thee weapons. Sword and soul Wotan's Return HEart of the Ages The surrounding walls for yet unknown qualities. Have you ever been gifted to watch upon them? Or the elements, so oppressive, but still not known. Was there ever this moment they cared to let you inside? Mother Nature's son or just a savage diving into the wilderness, we do adore so much? There were times of hesitation and of union... They did enjoy the combination when one hand was given ingratitude or even? Will the era come ...? That of, when man shall become aware of Her ways and his instincts. Literature may hold the final words for a glorious reunion, but do gather forces and.. strive for knowledge wide. Await my gentle coming "journey", for... ...Once, when all those in the circle of four greets a welcome through the Entrance, I will be this one who gathers up with them and then to become their fifth and last comrade of spirituality. Forever, and into the oblivion of infinity. ...And All This From Which Was And Will Never Come Again... (Child Of Universal Tounge) Come with me, yes let us make our journey Tread over the treshold to enter this world Far beyond humanity And if you live to see -all this and much more- Will become a part of your earthly being Bathe yourself in these forgotten shadows from the past And at the last stairs of your infinite search you will experience this ultimate knowledge It's so strange, and yet so simple Written on a piece of paper aeons ago And in years to come, I will be someone else But still the same ever changing This burden will always be present, leaving stains of pride within your mind A pride you will bare of your shoulders until death ... do you ... part The entirety I am yearning, I urge for Where sense is I passed it a thousand times, left it all behind In search for more Like children wandering childhoods meadows Evolving stronger and still Behaving like fools For the sun shall shine upon you Child of universal Tounge Conceive this fact as real and join this humble presence Take part Join this humble presence of mine When you then become a part and have gained all imaginable knowledge, it will become like a heavy chain around your neck