|  | 
 FOREFATHER LYRICS
 
 
  
 "Deep into Time" (1999)
 
 1. Intro
 2. Natural Chaos
 3. Deep Into Time
 4. Immortal Wisdom
 5. Visions Of Elders
 6. Dusk To Dawn
 7. Ancient Voice
 8. The Ornamented Sword
 9. The Wilde Dance
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 1. Intro
 
 
 
 
 2. Natural Chaos
 
 We�ll slay and we�ll destroy and we�ll feel no guilt
 Haphazardly we�ll do as we do please
 We will act on instinct, our minds know not compassion
 Unimpeded by corrupt restraints
 
 This is the way it should be
 And in natural chaos we are free
 With laws and morals cast away
 
 We�ll violate, obliterate to fuel our will
 On impulse act without any regret
 Survival of the strong will be the only rule
 Disorder is and will be evolution
 
 A time when life is pure
 And justice is our blades
 When being is unspoiled
 And gone are all restraints
 
 
 
 
 3. Deep Into Time
 
 They came from other lands to change our views
 They said to worship their god or we would die
 eras on I yearn to reveal our ways again
 To unveil ancient wisdom gained through generations
 
 I dig deep into time
 To bring back ancient ways
 Before they clawed them down
 Their reign is failing now
 
 Our forefathers resisted all they could
 To save the traditions olden
 But they destroyed them and stole our children�s minds
 And now we shall restore forgotten honour and pride
 
 Pure blood, unpoisoned water
 Passed from father to son
 An age now long since gone
 Is there time to revert?
 
 
 
 
 4. Immortal Wisdom
 
 The winds sweep across the raging skies of our tormented domain
 All around I heat the ghostly chants of generations gone
 can�t they the howls of the Old Ones great coming with the storms?
 Cries of betrayal and destroyed will over ages passed
 
 I hear the winds of immortal wisdom sing
 Nature is yet to breath its last breath
 
 They blindly go about their ways, forget what is real
 A fantasy turned to legacy, a spiral of doom
 Can�t they hear the howls of the Old Ones great coming with the winds?
 The warnings fall on stubborn minds and on deaf ears
 
 
 
 
 5. Visions Of Elders
 
 Somewhere we lie in a circle of time
 Where ages of elders have passed the land by
 Somewhere we lie in a circle of time
 Where those ancient mortals will not ever die
 Taught in the valleys and forests of home
 Devoted to ways of old
 Sometime we�ll lie in a circle of time
 Where we are the fathers who told
 
 I live by the distant sun of the earth
 And hills that have branded my name
 Visions of elders are all that I see
 Alive on my elders� plains
 
 Onward the fyrd�s men, together we go
 Chanting songs of victory
 We will always live
 Like the fathers once did dream
 Guided by that which is known to us all
 And means all of living to me
 Somewhere we lie in a circle of time
 Where reason of old is the key
 
 The sun and the moon hold the key
 To how the ways of life should be
 Free of ruler, we will see
 On a journey deep in ancestry
 
 
 
 
 6. Dusk To Dawn
 
 The sky begins to darken gradually
 As the sun descends to the horizon
 making the trees look grim
 And the atmosphere feel dormant
 
 Chinks of light break the layers of dark
 As the sun ascends the sky
 making the trees look benign
 And the atmosphere feel awake
 
 
 
 
 7. Ancient Voice
 
 The winds of wisdom lash my face
 As I hail this open space
 Under the burning midday sun
 I sense the power that makes us one
 This stretch of land before I see
 Lies symbolic of history
 An Angleman, I am of many
 I am of their spirit, I am of them
 
 I hear their ancient voice
 
 The storms of knowledge pound the skies
 As I praise this sight before my eyes
 Through the mist beyond the sea
 I see the past that calls to me
 
 We are one
 Heathen son
 As I stand above your graves
 We are one
 Heathen son
 As I see the world in flames
 
 
 
 
 8. The Ornamented Sword
 
 [extract from Beowulf]
 
 "the ornamented sword, forged on the anvil,
 the razor sharp blade stained with blood,
 shears through the boar-crested helmets of the enemy.
 we shielded our heads in the fight.,
 when soldiers clashed on foot, slashed at boar-crests.
 and his head was guarded by the gleaming helmet
 which was to explore the churning waters, stir their depths;
 gold decorated it, and it was hung around with chains
 as the weapon-smith had wrought it long before,
 wondrously shaped it and beset it with boar images,
 so that afterwards no battle-blade could do it damage"
 
 
 
 
 9. The Wilde Dance
 
 
 |  |