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LORD WIND LYRICS
"Forgotten Songs" (1996)
1. Windstory of Old Ghost
2. War Song
3. Song Like Wind
4. Going to War
5. Signal for Fight
6. Prolog-Sword for Son
7. Father's Sword
8. Only Your Spirit Will Return
9. Pagan Holocaust
10. Funeral Song
11. Arianrod Heil!
1. Windstory of Old Ghost
A long, long time ago
Before christians came
And brought hunger and illness
And before they murdered us
A long, long time ago among brushhwood
I had lived, loved, hunted and fighted
People had been different
Gods had come down the earth
And had tought us fight
They had waged battles... they had led us
Fas away from falsehood
Today only winds sways trees
My world doesnt exist
I have become a spirit
Swayed by sad wind
I will tell you about theses days
I owe it to my brothers and sisters
I owe it to spirits and Gods
So listen to me
Altrough only wind proceeds
From my mouths...
2. War Song
3. Song Like Wind
I will sign my song
Blessed and holy song
Song like wind
Like trees, like stream and stone
Like moon in fullmoon
Like eternal Menhir
Like severe white winter
Song brought by Gods
Changed in wind at morning
At the beginning of the world
I summon you... cruel wolves
Go down a hills in mist
Come here and join me
I will lead you into the world
Of magic and sorcery of my song
When night enters, sailing on one eyed moon
We will prepare our supper
One will remember forever about it
This grim white winter
And we will march to begin another battle
With raven wheeling above
In glade anong trees
Here, surronded by cobwebs of withered snow
Shedding redish blood on snow ice bed
4. Going to War
It's time for me to go for war
To take shield at my side and sword in hands
My head with helmet protect
Put on leather shoes
And a stronge horse mount
When moon rises
I will start my journey
Night will be my godness of darkness protection
Wind gently will drown my breath
Spirit will show the path
I will protect myself by shield
I will infict blows by falchion
Helmet will counter enemies arrows
Leather shoes in blood we will soak
Trampling our foes weith my horse
When moon rises
Deep in darkness I will hasten
Mist will offer to me, her hoary, helping hand
Trees will expose secret loads
5. Signal for Fight
Black druid
Raise your hammer way up high
Let it's shadow and sing
Summon spirits of destiny
My skin as wolf's undercoat
My falchion as levin
My shiled as enthralled diamond
My hair like ravens wings
Black druid
Beat drumms
War signal
Spirits of our ancestor
Are coming back
My eyes like nocturnal vision of an owl
My hands are hands of bear
My horse faster than wind breath
My heart colder than winter
Son of the wind
Dont look at me
But aim true
King of the night will carry your arrow
To aim when raises
When horns blows shrilly among the dank night
6. Prolog-Sword for Son
My son, look at the gift
I have for you, touch glimmer steal
Let it's cold penetrate your young heart
And wake eternal call, eternal desire and lust
As separation comes
Your destiny is in your hands
And this steal craves for blood
Now we are alone
And only enemies all around
7. Father's Sword
8. Only Your Spirit Will Return
Wake up
And take your brand
Long os the path through the forest
Wind is spinning the thick mist
Sans stars, sans moon
Only silence everlasting
Wake up
Open your frozen eyes
Behind the brooding mountains at your home
Your well-beloved woman is shedding teras
And lonely warm fire in her eyes i teras
Reflects it self
Wake up
Your children will go out to meet you half-way
Waiting for you
They would carry your shield
And lead your horse by bridle
And your ravishing by mead
Would your close friends with gifts
Endowded and greet them heartily
Wake up
Who will carry your brand soaked in blood
Who will wash your wounds
Who will warm your frozen hands up
Your mouth in wry
Gasthly grimace enfurled
Wake up
And even if you are fay, be fierce for death
Dont let her to devour your flash
Spirits for ancestor gathered a far from here
Like a murky cloud of fowls
Wind is pulling them about
lashing them
It is time for wind... for wind...
9. Pagan Holocaust
Our country was cold
Our country has been always cold
It was getting warmer
When we were burning those who had come
Carrying gold crosses around their necks
With clamorous stories about their white god
Our country was fierce
Our country was fulfilled with cruelty
That was riped to harvesting
Like a gold come during the cloudy summertime
But we had our own laws
That were unfey the light
In the darkness of times
Given by the gods
Who had lived in deep
Dence forests with us
Our land was our home
Which splendid had faded
Brother and sister had parished
Spirits had hidden themselves in darkest shaws
The days of bitter oblivion had come
Long days of ruth and sadness
And only wind and the moon
And only trees and stones
Remember those long winters
And people among snow
Of brave hearts
And warm blood
Their war doures
Their women, brave and beatiful
Their dreams
They went away and they will never return...
10. Funeral Song
11. Arianrod Heil!
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