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BORNHOLM LYRICS
"...On the Way of the Hunting Moon" (2003)
1. Nortwind
2. ...On The Way Of The Hunting Moon
3. Hymn To The Forgotten Pagan Gods
4. Acheron
5. The Age Of Death, Blood And Iron
6. Orlog (The Norn's Chant)
1. Nortwind
Hear the cries of the wolves
In the moon of the woods,
On the marble mounts
They answer my call
Feel the cold from the North
It comes with the winds,
Hear the howling horns,
Hear the clash of the steel
As the lightning, comes from the sky,
As the churches are eated by flames
I feel the Evil deep in my heart
I feel the endless hate
Rise, oh forest,
You, and your sons
A thousand blades of steel
Steel, a sparkling brand
Hear the cry of the moon
It comes with the winds
The howling wolves
The clash of the steel
Northwind, it howls
Northwind I ride...
2. ...On The Way Of The Hunting Moon
When the night has fallen down,
Frosty wind howls in the forests,
A black raven cries painful
On the way of the hunting moon...
The warriors of forgotten realms
Coming from North to kill again,
The light of the blazing torches
Shows the way to them...
Feel the unrestrained wrath,
The maddening hate,
Oh, spirit of war,
March on...
The death walks behind them,
Swords held high to the mournful sky,
Painting red the untrodden snow,
On the way of the hunting moon...
I smell the steaming blood,
On the way of the hunting moon...
3. Hymn To The Forgotten Pagan Gods
Stormy clouds rise
Over the legions of the past,
Blazing northern fire
Beyond the mountains of
Forgotten times
In the blackening sky
The herolds of a new age fly
Holding the eternal flame
Thousands of shining swords,
Conquerors of hell
See their glorious march,
The ashes, the bleeding wounds
Blood and fire flows away
The olden gods were buried by time,
Oh, I remember the graves...
Under the pale grey sky
Circles of stones...
Pagan hordes ride
Through ancient woods
As long as the wind howls hymns,
As long as the ravens fly
Heathen fires will burn
For the forgotten pagan gods..
4. Acheron
Oh, towers of the shining walls,
Oh, ancients of the skies
Shattered shields on the ground,
Warriors, hear the battlecry
Many are died on the
Bloodstained altars of hungry gods
Thy wisdom has lost,
The golden helmet has fallen
To the dust...
Cold winds blow through the
Bronzen, halls, the olden columns
Are resounding the war
Torches blaze by the ancient graves
The sirits howling by the light
Of the moon
Clash of the armouries becoming
Faint, the darkness falls to the
Emerald Thrones
Fires burn in mourning hearts,
Yor name will never fade...
Acheron,
The sky is red as I watch you fall
Acheron,
I remember the war, the forgotten
Tombs of your kings
Unnamable Gods are calling me
From the past...
Acheron,
Unnamable Gods are calling me
From the past...
Acheron,
I saw the flags of doom
Rising high
Acheron,
The sky is red, as I watch you fall...
I utter the name, the fires still burn,
The fires of Acheron...
5. The Age Of Death, Blood And Iron
Cold, endless night,
Black wings of Death
Bun all hell's fire,
Burn the slaves of this
Lying, foreign god...
Desperate cry, of the burning
Christians, ancestral prayers
Mingled with their scream
See, you fistfucking christian god,
When the wolves are tearing
To pieces your herd...
Glowing blades of steel,
Blazing in growing darkness,
Ashes of stakes turn black,
As th blackened blood on my sword...
The strong will live, the weak must die
Baptized by fire, crowned by own hands
A king of a new age rises,
An age of death, blood and iron...
6. Orlog (The Norn's Chant)
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