lunes, 12 de agosto de 2013

Music: Asgard's Chase - Spiral Dance


Asgard's Chase
(Through a Sylvan Doorway)
Spiral Dance
Spiral Dance - songs of Magick, Myth and legend. Music to rock your ancestors.
As powerful as any equinox, as reinvigorating as any inspired ritual...Spiral Dance offers up rich vocals, delicate melodies and rousing jams all invoking the pagan world at the dawning of its rebirth - their sound and their themes are intoxicating and addictive.
(Witchcraft Magazine)
Also known as the Wild Hunt. In Norse myth Odin rides out from Asgard leading a procession of wild spirits, deities, heroes and heroines into a night filled with lightning, thunder and fierce winds.

lyrics


As the sun sank on the twelfth day
And the night wind screamed
Across the threshold of time I felt them ride
It wasn’t something I dreamed
And through the hidden gateway I know the storm will come
I’ve heard the roll of thunder it’s the beating of their drum
And I have seen the storm clouds torn and tossed across the sky

‘Tis wild the hunt and darkly fey
That rides the wind from Asgard’s way
From icy peaks to lonesome moor
The spirit chase will pass your door
And within this unearthly night take you
The warning heed the cry
Behind locked doors you must stay for the hunt is wild
And darkly fey

As the moon rose on the twelfth night and the sky was torn
By a screaming gale a Valkyries wail and the host was born
And on the back of wild eyed she wolves Odin’s troop did ride
Across the veil of midnight with their bleak hounds by their side
Beware the voices of the lost souls they’ll call you as you dream
In the last hours of that dread night as to your bed you keep
Hold close your heart hold close your mind they’ll steal them


‘Tis wild the hunt and darkly fey
That rides the wind from Asgard’s way
From icy peaks to lonesome moor
The spirit chase will pass your door
And within this unearthly night take you
The warning heed the cry
Behind locked doors you must stay for the hunt is wild
And darkly fey

As you sleep
For the fey ones are riding and the wild hunt has come
But soon will leave for the shadowed hills
With the rising of the sun
No more to ride on hallowed ground
Till twelfth night comes again