Himinbjørg Where Ravens Fly 1. Lightning Of Blood 2. Conqueror 3. In The Haze Of The Summer Solstice's Fires 4. Journey Through The Nine Worlds 5. Nidhöggr 6. Where Ravens Fly 1. Lightning Of Blood Steel is still faintly glimmering in the sunlight But wounds will soon smoke in the freezing dawn And my sword will be the color of embers.... My war horse hammering the ground with impatience. Proud with our swrods and shields in hands, Our ancestors' blood burning within our bodies We are spinning a web of fright for our enemies And each man will see his face in it. On our battlefield at dawn, In the ravens' shadow slowly gliding, Carefully observing every single move In a majestic aerial dance. We are marching wild with the desire to fight And the blood in my mouth awakes madness in me My mind is now as burning as fire My animal spirits dominate... lightning of blood! 2. Conqueror On each summer solstice we weave the great iron tie Between the past, the present, the future of our tribe The older tell us the wars from the past In the embered shining of the flames And we listen to their words like the young wolves of a pack Nothing is more personal, now than the songs, Whispered by the spirits of our ancestors. What can a few souls which burn in the mighty sun of the solstice Against the despair that our modern world raises in our hearts? But testify of what used to be, to be actual, to emphasize on our traditions To ensure that future is maybe not condemned... Communion in the shining light of our fires and in the recovered sun Symphony of our pagan souls with mother earth Presence of the culture of European nations Living in osmosis with the eternal cycles of life We were just a fistful, one day we will be an army Nights in Europe will be red because of our solstice's fires Which will enlighten the millions of children with pagan hearts Who will bring the light of their hope to the ancient gods We're the seed carried through the ages We wear the eternal fire, we are the sons of mother earth The sun will rise again What can a few men lost in the great night with their torches, But set the world on fire and awake honour and true values? Keep on the fight for our identity with proud stresses The sun will come with us in the fight for the revival of our tribes We are the seeds carried by the forest's wind Lost in the sickening mists of our modern times The flame mus still burn into our hearts We will wear it 'till eternity... 3. In The Haze Of The Summer Solstice's Fires [Instrumental] 4. Journey Through The Nine Worlds Fehu... Ur... Thurs... Ansuz... Raido... Kaun.... Gipt.... Vend... Hagall... Naudhr... Isa... Jera... Ihwar... Perthro... Algiz... Sowilo.... Tiwaz... Bjarkan... Ior... Madhr... Laguz... Ingui... Dagr.... Odal... Wyrd... 5. Nidhöggr Nidhöggr, gnawing the roots of the cosmic tree Devouring the corpses of Hvergelmir Nidhöggr, soon will the smell of your vomit Reach the heights of the black mountains The doors of Helheim are open! (Rush to Midgård) Huuh! Sky and earth are the same colour The colour of hatred, of blood Everything is drowned into the lakes, of unclean blood Here comes the dawn of a new age 6. Where Ravens Fly Fly mighty ravens fly, Fly up high in the sky... Fly over the forests, over the mountains... Fly over the seas, mighty ravens fly... Black riders of the winds of destiny Flying silently over my head By fixing my calm and deep gaze on you I raise my spirit which slowly mixes with yours Then through your onyx eyes I can see and know Know the divine message CArried over the wings of the northern wind The ravens' spirit majestically flies To the slow rhythm of our hearts...