gods all the dead will ride on Bifrost and they're coming by the storm Sagas from the ancient days are written in the sky When you read the runes again
Hel, the godess of death is also the godess of fulfilment. Her name means both "hole" and "whole" but also the process of birth and rebirth. Hell was
Somewhere behind the border of the known world you may hear the drumming and the heavy steps of the giants. They are born out of the primeval forces
The shining ones, the elves and fairies, They act as a thought or a fantasy are beings of enchanting beauty. by their splendid light. You may be lifted
From the south comes the forces of chaos and destruction. burn the world and turn it into ashes. to meet the gods in the final battle of Ragnarok. The
The world of ice in the distand north is a very mysterious place. Among its fog and inside it's ice, the seed of life is burried. into a stream of
down May the tree be reborn From the ash it will grow again Let's defend Midgard, we call the High One Sow upon the field the rune of Jara Middle Earth
The dwarves and the black elves live below the ground and in stumps and stones. Among all creatures in the universe they are the foremost blacksmiths.
In the beginning there was a void, a big gap of darkness, filled with the primal forces of creation. The heat of Muspel and the ice of Nifel made the
the secret of the runes I follow you to be come immortal I take a ride on the worldtree, offer me to myself I hear the song, I carve the runes of the
Take the seed of Frej Put in the sacred soil Make it come alive And fertility will rise Enter Vanaheim Where dead will come alive Magic of Freja Take
The wind came down from mountain could And like a tide it roared and rolled The branches groaned, the forest moaned And leaves were laid upon the mould
When Madeleine appeared it always rained, the people locked their houses, drew the curtains, prayed and painted crosses on their doors. They wondered
rann O Du Rune so rot, o du Rune so schA¶n o Du Rune so rot wie das Blut Rote Rune soll der Wind Dir wehn Rote Rune sei Dein SterbegestA¶hn Dass Du
Underneath a harvest moon Come and hear a wytches rune Air and water, earth and fire Give to me my heart's desire Give me love and astral flight
a deadly wound A spear was forced into my back Still I fought on When I am dead Lay me in a mound Raise a stone for all to see Runes carved to my memory
everywhere Though death may await me on the battlefield I die to go on but by the great hail I will go, I am marching under the runes Countless victories
the edge of the world A thousand wounds cry in my soul love and pain, a bleeding heart WHERE THE RUNES STILL SPEAK I'M COMING HOME WHERE THE RUNES
