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Wolves in the temple we are,
Locked jaw to jaw in vile opposition,
Blemish the gifts of the gods
Heaving our poison in clear-water rivers
Vargar i véum
The black sword of Surtr is ours,
Brandished to scorch our way through the masses.
The false tongue of Loki is ours,
The lies that we tell prove our best allies
Words from the dead
The living won´t listen
Fear - our deepest fears
Are written in this saga,
Seer - please talk to me
The impending doom is near
Forsworn and furtive we stand,
Patching up holes on the ships that seclude us,
Harvesting nails till the end,
The hour is nigh, the eagre´s upon us
Langrækið hafið
We battered and savaged the norns,
Took over the wheel, entangling our life-threads,
Fire and steel make the law:
Each pays its toll or burns down to ashes
Words from the dead
The living won´t listen
Fear - our deepest fears
Are written in this saga,
Seer - please talk to me
The impending doom is near
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Völvans Spådom
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Óðinn:
Völva! Rístu upp gamla, vitra kona.
Opnaðu dauð, hvít augun.
Horfðu í hyldýpið.
Til ókomna daga.
Völva!
Hvað sérðu? Hvernig endar þetta?
Völva:
Garm nu gräsligt skäller
framför Gnipahålan;
fjättern skall brista,
och fri blir ulven.
Då skälver Yggdrasil,
urträdet jämrar sig.
Bröder banemän bliva,
systrars barn
sitt släktskap spilla;
vindålder, vargålder,
hårt är i världen,
yxtid, klingtid,
innan världen störtas;
Naglfar lossnar.
Solen svartnar,
jord sänkes i hav,
flammande stjärnor från fästet falla
upp ångar imma, och elden lågar.
Dunklets drake flygande nalkas,
nedifrån Nidafjäll.
Människors kroppar,
på vingarna bär.
Men gammal är hon, trött är hon,
nu skall hon åter sjunka
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I have paced these forests for so long
I don`t know if I am a man or I am beast
I though hold deep within me a quest for revenge
Then I must be a man as much as I can be.
I have learned to speak the tongue of animal
I have learned to read the signs in bark and snow
I have taken within myself the spirits of my fathers
long time gone.
In this short time, far from home
A man of iron I`ve grown
A man of iron I have grown.
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Ofärd
Deeply rooted in tradition, Ofärd (pronounced approx. /ooh-færd/) is an innovative Scandinavian Folk Metal act that came to
life in the ancient wilderness of Öland in 2011.
With lyrics based on nature, folklore, cultural heritage and factual episodes and legends from the Scandinavian megalithic antiquity, bronze age, vendel age and viking age, Ofärd intends to give a new dimension to folk metal.
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