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THE OATH LYRICS
"The Oath" (2004)
1. Yggdrasil's Sorrow
2. Archaic Fields Sewn Amongst the Stars
3. The Winter
4. The Divine Wind of Ragnarök
5. Warhorse: Khanate of the Golden Horde
6. Odin’s Winter (Instrumental)
7. Out of the North
8. Winter Eve’s Rain, Yule’s Tears
9. Serpent Wound Keys to Creation
1. Yggdrasil's Sorrow
(Lyrics from The Sagas and The High Song of Odin)
These things are thought the best:
Fire, the sight of the sun,
Good health with the gift to keep it,
And a life that avoids vice.
Nothing was
Neither land nor sea,
Nor cool waves.
Earth was not ,
Sky was not,
But a gaping void
And no grass.
From Ymir's flesh
The world was made,
And from his blood the sea.
Mountains from his bones,
Trees from his hair,
And the welkin from his skull.
2. Archaic Fields Sewn Amongst the Stars
Align thyself between the skies,
Black as night, velvet blue in light,
Cold on a vast expanse,
A vague image of Luna
Dances in their heads,
Memories are more than words,
More than dreams, exhalation- no one seems
To comprehend this night,
A candle light moon,
Black magick in the air,
Cursed be the one,
Writ in blood-script, law of the night,
I taste the fragrance of demise,
(Un)holy one, henceforth I denounce thee,
Choose thy weapon, execute,
Show me the deception in your eyes,
And I shall call thee by thy name,
In archaic fields of stars,
Pale art thou now,
Drink the symmetry of Lunar Eclipse,
The loss of all that is sacred,
Enter now, you sanctimonious demon,
Not my will, let thine be done,
I drink from the cup of nightmares,
Holy water in my throat, in my circle of the moon,
Surrounded by flickering wicks,
Waxing candles in the waxing moon
3. The Winter
Standing cold, alone,
I face the blistering northern winds,
So frigid,
Raping my congenital faults
In its fury, unrelenting,
I remove the still-beating heart
Of the raven, self-impaled on a branch,
Autumn is faded now,
into the blight of the long, cold Winter,
Blanketed deep in the blackened tint
of the sheep-white snow,
Frostbite engulfs my soul,
This is my time of birth,
Adactyly inflicts my unborn corpse,
leaving my body incomplete
in infancy,
I am the child of the night,
I am the babe of infanticide,
Now submit to the mother Earth,
Goddess of my heart and my mind,
She nurtures the lifeblood of me,
Until the fucking Winter murders her,
She screams in agony,
The newborn child awaits its mother,
The dragon lies in slumber,
For a thousand years,
Cast him into the summer
Flame
4. The Divine Wind of Ragnarök
I lie to you,
I cannot tell the secrets of the snow,
Broken now, like tempters of the universe,
Bleed deep the feathered mountain air,
For it is cold beyond the sky,
Cold as blood and stone in the snow,
While dust settles beneath
The turbulence of profaners,
I speak the truth,
When winter sorrow collapses into
Nightfall, bleak and blind,
Reigns supreme over the shattered glass
That once was oceans of hate,
A new way no different than the old,
Is that how things should really be?
What is this dawn, if the air
Still reeks of black?
Rising vast on a starry expanse,
A void of untold depth,
How can you fucking accept this?
The earth smells thick of Christian blood,
The slaughter now commenced,
A storm no longer withheld,
Dream come true, Hell on earth,
Cleansed at last, as Asgard releases war,
No blasphemers survive this gale,
The Divine Wings of Destiny,
The Divine Wind of Ragnarök
5. Warhorse: Khanate of the Golden Horde
A note of death and condemnation
To the speakers and the scripters of your faith
Your prophecies are doomed to fail
The wolf is bound and destined to ravage your blasphemies
The winter folds into ash and consumes the agony
Of the ones you betrayed,
Snowfalls under skies,
Littered thick with the bones of God,
One mind, one light,
Rally the Warhorse
One cry, one war,
Bind the wolf in thread,
Condemn me while you swallow lies,
And live a life of grey dust in the wind,
Blown the way of the celestial tide,
You change nothing with your casual beliefs,
Bastards, call down your judgment upon me,
If black are your sins,
Then black is my way,
Iconoclastic is the way of the blood,
Your ineptitude lies in ruins
6. Odin’s Winter (Instrumental)
7. Out of the North
Out of the North,
Odin’s warriors ride,
Into the woods of the stillborn autumn world,
Wrapped in colors divine,
And twisted around a keyhole-stone,
Impenetrable in thought and word,
Writ in blood, the sacred script of the gods,
Raining from clouds of sarin and infamy,
Poison the ground with forbidden acts,
Drinking the earth from the horn of spring,
The horde is unleashed and the threat stands unabridged,
At the head of the council of elders and children at war,
The fate of the traitors is chosen,
Out of the north, Out of the snow,
The kinsman of þórr will arrive,
To mark the land with blood,
Vireo or viper,
Sweet song or serpent's tongue?
Virgil guide me through to
The other side of torment,
Leviathan will guide me to the mountains,
The stars will fall like rain tonight,
And the Winter, she is bleeding,
A rogue theocracy is drowning in Her cruel wound,
A delicate balance, volatile, ruptured by the wind,
If only temporary, still bringing pandemonium
8. Winter Eve’s Rain, Yule’s Tears
Beaten down, in agony,
Bursting pride under the blazing sun,
When I forget that I can forgive,
The standing silence,
Underneath a quiet moon,
Sometimes I forget,
How to make you feel like death inside,
But in the end, I recall,
I am coerced into compliance,
Brought under, I persecute,
Relying on the forgiving stars,
Now when our ideology collides,
Teaching angels
How to bow their heads,
Close your eyes,
You will see,
These are the reasons
We all have to bleed,
Cursed by the nightmare earth,
One wishes for false reality,
Wrapped, grotesque, in a dream,
Purist thoughts align in me,
When she learns, once again,
Brought back against the languish,
Waking up to your lullaby again,
Sliding out, through your throat,
Broken larynx, wandering,
In a cloud of animosity,
Malevolence, burned into angel's flesh,
Break the sky for her again
9. Serpent Wound Keys to Creation
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