lunes, 24 de junio de 2013

Heidra (viking metal danés)


Heidra

Morten Bryld - Vocals, Martin W. Jensen - Guitar, Carlos G.R. - Guitar, Morten Kristiansen - Bass, Danny Svendsen - Keys, Mikkel Køster - Drums


Sworn to Vengeance 

A ship arrived this morning 
A messenger clad in black 
Bearing tidings oh so grave 
Of my brother’s untimely demise

I stand at the bow of my ship 
I must set things right 
My men are all behind me 
Honour-bound to fight

I feel a great rage within 
This is no time to mourn 
Blood is surging through me 
To vengeance I am sworn

We have left shallow waters 
The open sea lies ahead 
When we reach the southern coast 
We stare into the face of death

And though some may crumble 
As death stares right back 
My determination cannot falter 
I will sound the final attack

A crimson sun on the horizon 
The air is freezing cold 
My heart is pounding 
And in anger I clench my fists

We take to the oars to make it in time 
Before the enemy has moved on 
The shadow of grief weighs me down 
But I will forever push on

We’ve picked up a fresh trail 
They cannot be far ahead 
When we find those wretched knaves 
Our swords will taste their blood

My men follow me without hesitation 
Into the lands of the enemy 
Out of the ashes, into the fire 
We shall end their sorry lives

The enemy approaches from the south 
It’s time to meet them head on 
And as we make our way into a clearing 
Arrows soar and battle is joined

[Solo: Carlos G.R.]

The enemy is upon us 
Ferociously they fight 
Flailing swords and axes 
We defend against their might

I feel a great rage within 
This is no time to mourn 
Blood is surging through me 
To vengeance I am sworn

We must hold on 
We can’t fall back 
Fighting to gain the upper hand 
We strike them hard 
We fight with skill 
Slaying our way to victory

We must hold on 
We can’t fall back 
No swordsman unchallenged 
We strike them hard 
We fight with skill 
Slaying our way to victory

I fight my way to their leader 
His blood will be mine 
I raise my sword for the final strike 
My hand guided by the divines

I feel a great rage within 
This is no time to mourn 
Blood is surging through me 
To vengeance I am sworn


Kinsmen 




In the sky a jet-black raven flies 
And deep below you can hear the cries 
Of ancient warriors locked in battle 
Swords strike hard and armours rattle

The old gods watch from mountains high 
As brothers draw their last breath and die 
They were too bold, they did not know 
The dangers their final battle would hold

So ride, now proudly into battle my friend 
The time has come to die for your kinsmen

Kneeling down, their brothers pray 
That from their chosen path they will not stray 
To the golden halls, their final resting place 
They ride to fulfil their destiny

Armies are sent into battle 
Endless wars for gold and glory 
Thousands sacrifice their lives 
At the behest of their kings

Silhouettes of ghostly warriors 
Wander forever on a road to nowhere 
They did not find their way 
To the ancestral halls

Kneeling down, their brothers pray 
That from their chosen path they will not stray 
To the golden halls, their final resting place 
They ride to fulfil their destiny

Silhouettes of ghostly warriors 
They died for a cause not their own 
Corrupted, abandoned, defeated 
No skalds shall tell their tales

In the sky a jet-black raven flies 
And deep below you can hear the cries 
No fires illuminate the endless night 
Death is theirs, unless they fight

The old gods watch from mountains high 
As brothers draw their last breath and die 
To fight for the king is their only life 
To battle, to battle, this could be the last stride

[Solo: M. W. Jensen]

Death is like an infinite dream 
So embrace the final sleep 
Fight at your kinsman’s side 
The time has come to die


Twelve Berserks 



Twelve were the berserks 
Sons of Arngrim 
Born in the northlands 
Where wolves roam 
Great fear they spread 
Where they came 
Strongest of them 
Was mighty Angantyr

Hjorvard was one of twelve 
He swore that he would have 
The daughter of king Ingjald 
For her beauty and skill she was renowned

Twelve were the berserks 
Sons of Arngrim 
Born in the northlands 
Where wolves roam 
Great fear they spread 
Where they came

To the realm of king Ingjald 
The twelve brothers went 
And before the king’s table 
Hjorvard spoke these words: 
“Far I have come, lord Ingjald 
An oath I have sworn 
That I will have your daughter 
Or no other woman”

Two men were there with Ingjald 
Hjalmar and his companion Od 
Hjalmar had heard Hjorvard’s speech 
And these words he spoke to the king: 
“Do you remember, my lord 
How I have served you all these years? 
The battles I have won for you? 
I deserve your daughter!”

Hjorvard was immensely angered by these words 
He stood up and challenged Hjalmar to holmgang

Hjalmar accepted the challenge 
They agreed to meet on a far-away island 
This duel would decide 
Who was to have the king’s daughter

Twelve were the berserks 
Sons of Arngrim 
Born in the northlands 
Where wolves roam 
Great fear they spread 
Where they came


Forfædres kald 



Føl havets vinde rase 
Mærk stormens kolde favntag 
Vi sejler mod nye kyster 
Forfædres kald gjalder fra det høje

Langskibe prydet med dragehalse 
Sejler stolte fra havn!

Det mægtige hav vi trodser 
Vor dødsforagt uden lige 
Navigerer efter stjernehimmel 
For nyt land at finde 
Hvor vor rejse ende vil 
Ved kun skæbnens gudinder

Bølgerne går højere og højere 
Kaster vore skibe mod klipperne

Havet har ført os til en ukendt kyst 
Brødre vi mistede til Ægirs luner 
Vi har fundet nyt land 
Hvor træer står frodige 
Snedækkede fjelde knejser 
Så lang øjet rækker

Vi har mistet vore skibe, men ej vort håb 
Så længe Njords vind blæser ufortrødent

Synger en hymne til moder natur 
Hun hvorfra alt smukt udspringer 
Eviggrøn og frodig asken står 
Skal i mands minde aldrig visne

Hvo som sine forfædre ære vil 
Må fatte sværd fra gamle tider

Forfædres kald gjalder fra det høje! 
Det genlyder i dale og mellem bjergenes tinder!

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