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NORD 'N' COMMANDER LYRICS
"Hermeneutics" (2005)
1. The Omen I'm In...
2. Ein Vorzeichen Des Kommenden
3. Volkhv
4. Journey To The Pole Of Archetypes
5. Desolate Thalweg
6. To The Abyss Of Boiling Blood
7. Mistress Of The Ferry / A V Nashego Shuma
8. Drifting Into Pessimistical Sleep
9. Schlaff In Allem...
10. War (tribute to BURZUM)
11. Crystal Mountain (tribute to DEATH)
12. Brothers Of Metal (cover-version for Russian tribute to MANOWAR)
1. The Omen I'm In...
1. THE OMEN I'M IN...
There are oak-woods in depth of illimitable forests.
Caves and cliffy cloughs seem to be the lowest.
You can feel their real height. But no "now", no "sometimes".
The World-out-of-time is casting shadow lines.
The staircase between all your bodies can be recognized in this clime.
The beauty of Ancient Earth land, Moon land and Venus land...
Take yourself by the throat or may be you can't.
Remember that somewhere Druids are cutting out the Heart of White Bull.
The act of self-sacrifice. You have to carry out this rule.
The staircase between all your bodies can be recognized. In full.
Somebody's visage is the visage of Moon.
Being attracted with chains of dreams,
Being attracted with chains of gloom,
My visage is the visage of gleam.
Omen of glamour
Is glinting me in the dark.
Madness of eternal Never
Is stark.
There are oak-woods in depth of illimitable forests.
Caves and cliffy cloughs seem to be the lowest.
Remember that somewhere Druids are cutting out the Heart of White Bull.
The act of self-sacrifice. You have to carry out this rule.
Your visage is the visage of Moon.
Attracted with chains of dreams,
Attracted with chains of gloom,
My visage is the visage of gleam.
Omen of glamour
Is glinting me in the dark.
Madness of eternal Never
Is stark.
The staircase-in-between...
The omen I'm in...
The madness in the dark
Is stark.
Die Welt-ausser-Zeit wirft einen Schatten.
Die Treppe unter allen deinen Koerpern ist erkannt.
Eine Akte der Selbstaufopferung...
Omen... Wahnsinn... Vorzeichen...
2. Ein Vorzeichen Des Kommenden
2. EIN VORZEICHEN DES KOMMENDEN
...Vorzeichen...
3. Volkhv
3. VOLKHV
 ïîëóìðàêå - êàïèùå.
ßçûêè ïëàìåíè âçäûìàþòñÿ ââåðõ.
Íà ìîèõ çðà÷êàõ - îòðàæåíèÿ ñëîâ...
In twilight there is Ritual Circle with Fire.
Bodies of flame are wallowing higher and higher.
Who is it? An elder in white.
Whirlwind of his energetics is ascending in cold light.
Spirals are rising upwards.
On pupils there is reflection of Words.
Druid belongs to Pure Blood.
He must be ocean-wide.
He has not only to perféct his own nature,
But insoul all environmental creature.
Wisdom in this world must be with sword,
But before it should become Wisdom and its own Lord.
Is it necessary to be severe?
Otherwise it's impossible to be here.
Middlebrows and other objects about us
Are very cruel because they ask
And demand benediction
Without necessity and their own position.
It is an attribute of internal failure.
A real sage doesn't require any more favour.
A falcon has straightened wings...
Clicking and crashing above eyebrows...
I'm throwing pupils into fire...
The flame is taking the form of sword.
A falcon has straightened wings...
Clicking and crashing above eyebrows...
I'm throwing pupils into fire...
There's the Mage in the sword.
The Words are breathing inside,
Penetrating into Space of Night.
4. Journey To The Pole Of Archetypes
4. JOURNEY TO THE POLE OF ARCHETYPES
I'm waiting for last breath of glacial eternal Midday
in twilight of split of worlds.
My spirit is being frozen much more,
Admiring creations of moons every Midnight.
In the moments of lifeless time running out,
In the moments of lifeless time running out,
Endless Loneness is the Altar for slaughter of doubts...
Mein Atem ist eiskalter ewiger Mittag.
Ich ergoetze sich an Schaffen von Mond Nacht fuer Nacht.
Endlose Einsamkeit ist der Altar
fuer die Ritualvernichtung der Zweifel.
ß îæèäàþ â ñóìåðêàõ òðåùèí ìèðîâ
Ïîñëåäíåå äûõàíèå ñòóäåíîãî âå÷íîãî Ïîëäíÿ.
Ìîé äóõ îñòûâàåò ñèëüíåå,
Ëþáóÿñü òâîð÷åñòâîì ëóí êàæäóþ Ïîëíî÷ü.
 ìîìåíòû áåçæèçíåííîãî èñòå÷åíèÿ âðåìåíè
Áåñêîíå÷íîå Îäèíî÷åñòâî åñòü Àëòàðü äëÿ çàêëàíèÿ ñîìíåíèé...
 ìîìåíòû áåçæèçíåííîãî èñòå÷åíèÿ âðåìåíè
Áåñêîíå÷íîå Îäèíî÷åñòâî åñòü Àëòàðü äëÿ çàêëàíèÿ ñîìíåíèé...
Maðr er manns gaman
ok moldar auki
ok skipa skreytir.
Yr er bendr bogi
ok brotgjarnt jarn
ok fifu farbauti.
Hagall er kaldakorn
ok krapadrifa
ok snaka sott.
5. Desolate Thalweg
5. DESOLATE THALWEG
There are no alive people among the dying.
Come here! Inward feat can save you from the lying.
Beams of your destiny are symbols and spheres.
The Riverbed of Ur-Eternal Anima will destroy atoms of fears.
Áîãà ñëåä, èäóùåãî ãäå-òî...
Ìàëàÿ-áîëüøàÿ òåíü íà ëóíå.
Only far from everything one can think over the All.
Only far from everybody one can stop being a doll.
Come here! The bloody eye of Bloodtruth will make you prove
If you can feel a real frenzy. Moving-without-move.
When you come back, if you can come back,
Footprints of yours will draw a new map - True Track.
This track through the Wasteland will become the realest Archetype.
Your Thoughts will be recognized by Stone, Dark and Ur-Eternal Light.
A trace of God stepping somewhere...
Is darkling shadow on Luna.
6. To The Abyss Of Boiling Blood
6. TO THE ABYSS OF BOILING BLOOD
We are mounting to the Abyss of boiling Blood
Through the stain, which has curdled in Space.
From the fifth heaven and lower it's too hard,
But we already see the Window where Aether is based.
It seems, that the brain is being dismembered
Through the stain, which has curdled in Space.
I'm sure it's our illusion at present.
This world is choking on our Race.
And that we are again mounting
Through the stain, which has curdled in Space.
Whispers to us, that we are uniting
In the world where Aether will face.
Ïîäíèìàåìñÿ ê áåçäíå âñêèïàþùåé Êðîâè
×åðåç çàñòûâøåå â Êîñìîñå ïÿòíî.
Îò ïÿòîãî íåáà è íèæå - îêîâû,
Íî ìû óæå âèäèì Îêíî.
Êàæåòñÿ, ÷òî ìîçã ðàçðûâàåòñÿ
×åðåç çàñòûâøåå â Êîñìîñå ïÿòíî.
Íî íàì ýòî òîëüêî êàæåòñÿ:
Ìèð ïîïåðõíóëñÿ íàìè äàâíî.
È òî, ÷òî ìû ñíîâà ïîäíèìàåìñÿ
×åðåç çàñòûâøåå â Êîñìîñå ïÿòíî,
Øåï÷åò íàì, ÷òî ìû ñîåäèíÿåìñÿ
Ñ ìèðîì, ãäå ïðàâèò Îíî.
Dieser Abgrund ist der Behaelter fuer unseres Blut.
Das ist das Gehirn unserer Rasse...
Der Fleck existiert tatsaechlich...
Aufkochendes Blut... aufkochendes Gehirn... aufkochender Aether...
7. Mistress Of The Ferry / A V Nashego Shuma
7. MISTRESS OF THE FERRY / A V NASHEGO SHUMA
Silvan ghosts come with motion of grass,
Underground spirits rush by stinking heat around.
I'm in the Circle. Four quarters of the globe are aflame, showing the pass.
But Essence understands its fear, and the bark is not aground.
I cognize transcendent souls, twilight horns are filled
With soma. The roads are open before me indeed.
The body of mine is the solar temple.
Those who measured hours are not prevailing.
Those who wanted retrospective courses to be assembled...
Very soon my ashes will be brought to water along dawning pathway.
From night darkness I'll come initiated into Mystery of Moon.
Twilight will dissect the flesh for fire everywhere, my fate hangs in the scale.
On spiral stairs I'm coming through the doom.
My mistress of the ferry
Is extending a hand with my heart
To sparks of sacred waves,
My mistress of the ferry
Is burning down the forgotten dreams
And transforming the ashes of them into my Throne.
Ìîÿ ãîñïîæà ëàäüè
Òÿíåò ðóêó ñ ñåðäöåì ìîèì
Ê áðûçãàì ñâÿùåííûõ âîëí.
Ìîÿ ãîñïîæà ëàäüè
Ñæèãàåò çàáûòûå ñíû,
À ïåïåë èç íèõ ïðåâðàùàåò â ìîé Òðîí.
8. Drifting Into Pessimistical Sleep
8. DRIFTING INTO PESSIMISTICAL SLEEP
I am slowly drifting into sleep, drifting into pessimism and into war.
The great war with myself which has never been before.
The movement of continents is conquering my mind and soul.
Trying to recognize the role of these continents and my personal role.
What is it? Reincarnation or may be breaking of life and death at all?
Trying to dismiss hesitations and follow Not-Being call.
I am being benighted.
I'll never be enlighted.
Schlaff in allem...
9. Schlaff In Allem...
9. SCHLAFF IN ALLEM...
(instrumental)
10. War (tribute to BURZUM)
This is War
I Lie Wounded on Wintery Ground
With Hundred of Corpses around
Many Wounded Crawl Helplessly around
On the Blood Red Snowy Ground
War
Cries of the (ha, ha) Suffering Sound
Cries for Help to All Their Dear Moms
War
Many Hours of Music
Many Drops of Blood
Many Shiverings and Now I Am Dead
And Still We Must Never Give up
War
11. Crystal Mountain (tribute to DEATH)
Built from blind faith
Passed down from self-induced fantasy
Turn a page to justify
Conjuring power – it opens wide
On your seventh day,
is that how it's done?
Twisting your eyes to perceive
all that you want
To assume from ignorance
inflicting wounds with your
cross-turned dagger
Inside crystal mountain
Evil takes its form
Inside crystal mountain
Commandments are reborn
All the traps are set to confine
All who get in the way of the divine
In sight and in mind of the hypocrite
A slave to the curse forever confined
Shatter the myth
Don't cut yourself
On your words against
Dreams made of steel
Stronger then any faith
That inflicts pain and fear,
is that how it's done?
Twisting your eyes to perceive
all that you want
To assume from ignorance
inflicting wounds with your
cross-turned dagger
Inside crystal mountain
Evil takes its form
Inside crystal mountain
Commandments are reborn
12. Brothers Of Metal (cover-version for Russian tribute to MANOWAR)
Brothers the battle is raging
Choose your side
Sing with us the BATTLE HYMNS
INTO GLORY RIDE
HAIL TO ENGLAND
THE SIGN OF THE HAMMER's our guide
Forever we're FIGHTING THE WORLD
Side by side
On a crusade the world we bring
Four Kings of Metal
Four Metal Kings
Death to the false ones
Dance on a string
'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king
'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king
Our armies in England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales
Our brothers in Belgium, Holland and France
will not fail
Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Italy
Switzerland, Austria
Back to the glory of Germany
On a crusade the world we bring
Four Kings of Metal
Four Metal Kings
Death to the false ones
Dance on a string
'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king
'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king
Sound the DEATH TONE
On our MARCH FOR REVENGE
Spill THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMIES
THE OATH of a friend
Fight the HOLY WAR for THE CROWN AND THE RING
Six magic circles made by the BLOOD OF THE KINGS
Wherever we ride it's metal we bring
Four Kings of Metal
Four Metal Kings
Death to the false ones
Dance on a string
'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king
'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king
Blood of a king
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