(Burzum cover) Hear my Sword ...in the Making Of my Spell Literally Damkuna, Iftraga Sheb Nigurepur, Dafast The World's Tragedy, Is Served at
[September '91] The Fire in the Sky is Extinguished Blue Waters no Longer Cry The Dancing of Trees Has Stopped The Stream of Freshness from Cold Winds
Voices from the spirit world can be heard through the dark winternights, the heartbeats of the spirit. It is the holy twelve days of Yule. Dark shapes
[Musikk og tekst skrevet August 1991 a.y.p.s.] When night falls she cloaks the world in impenetrable darkness. A chill rises from the soil and contaminates
A mother mourns the loss of her son. The most wonderful man in the world; light and shining, fair and beautiful as no other man. Light blond hair, wonderful
[May '91] Worship Me
Pat er upphaf pessar sogu at Baldr inn goda dreymdi drauma stora ok haettliga um lif sitt. En er hann sagdi Asunum draumana pa baru peir saman rad sin
[Musikk og tekst skrevet Desember 1992 a.y.p.s.] Tears from the eyes so cold, tears from the eyes, in the grass so green. As I lie here, the burden
[January -92]
Drums of war sound. Warriors are gathered to fight on the Wigri?r plain. Charging men, wolves, ravens and gods, worms and beasts of darkness; the plain
Hadnur the Blind shot the arrow that killed Fijo's good and shining son. The gods could not utter a single word when they saw what had happened. He understood
[Juni -92] Imellom buskene vi stirret paa de som minnet om andre tider og fortalte at haapet var borte for alltid... Vi hoerte alvesang og vann som
The gods have just managed to tie Fanjariho to the ground. Tiw lost his right hand during the process; it was the wolf's security, a guarantee he would
Happy men and women follow a trail in the woods. The follow a wagon led by a priest, towards a holy lake. Wonderful colours, dancing happy people, the
[May '90]
[January '92]
La pilen vandre fra gud til gud, i hele den hvide verden. La pilen sendes fra hus til hus, til hele var asaslekt. Til hvert eneste barn av gude?tt.
[November '91] The Head is a Head of a Serpent From its Nostrils Mucus Trickles... The Ears Are those of a Basilisk His Horns Are Twisted into three
