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Ride the Whimbrel
06:44
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Out over the windy moor
Chilly vapours rise
From the sodden soil to air
Diaphanous the skies
Rising into the blue
See your body fall below
Black with hair an orange hue
Buried where the north winds blow
From the damp earth to the sun
Ever since the world began
The spirit’s been escaping
Like a rabbit on the run from a bullet from a gun
From the form that it was shaped in
Take to flight upon these wings
Hover over everything
Ride the whimbrel through the fog
To the goddess of the bog
In the rushes, reeds and grass
The bunting tries to hide
Through the rust of armour past
From those on the other side
On the roof of the underground
Far above their leaking halls
There are bubbles without sound
They are signalling their calls
From the damp earth to the sun
Ever since the world began
The spirit’s been escaping
Like a rabbit on the run from a bullet from a gun
From the form that it was shaped in
Take to flight upon these wings
Hover over everything
Ride the whimbrel through the fog
To the goddess of the bog
Wacthing from the thicket as your body is unearthed
Your spirit’s perched and not besmirched
Out of reach of human search
Ride astride the whimbrel to the cauldron of rebirth
Take to flight upon these wings
Hover over everything
Ride the whimbrel through the fog
To the goddess of the bog
Take to flight upon these wings
Hover over everything
Ride the whimbrel through the fog
To the goddess of the bog
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Strangulation
In the Danish marsh
Hot blood running
The ritual is harsh
Age of iron man and iron maidens
Gods guiding their hands in rites of the pagans
Tell me of the echo of those rites from long ago
Transformation, fascination, relics await excavation
Information of the bygone revealed by cotrolled exhumation
Their bodies complete in deposits of peat
Waiting to arise out of oblivion
Bog lords gather near the interface
Break the mirror lake betwixt us and your ancient race
Age of iron man and iron maidens
Gods guiding their hands in rites of the pagans
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Mumia
04:31
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Underneath the grass on the misty moor
Struck by the spades of digging poor
A long-forgotten burial
Mumia
Exhumed from the peat by greedy hands
Were the remains of an ancient man
Bought by an apothecary
Mumia
Is it madness what I sell?
I only mean to make them well
Is it like a witch’s spell?
Have I condemned my soul to Hell?
The body cured to well-tanned hide
A coil of rope lay at its side
With a loop beneath the chin
Mumia
Was he a convict put to death?
The victim of some murderous theft?
Nothing in the grave could tell
Mumia
Mumia
Mumia
Mumia
When will they know, when will they understand
That long ago there was a different land
Where man was killed, sacrificed to gods
And laid to rest in the bog
To go through into darkness
Past the gateway of water
To the primeval greatness
Of the life that comes after, after, after
Life?
Down in his dank laboratory
Laboured the pale apothecary
Grinding up the ancient corpse
Mumia
Reduced to a cure, placed in a jar
Sold as Egyptian from afar
The living eating off the dead
Mumia
Have I been the Devil’s tool?
I turned my patients into ghouls
I gave their hopes and dreams some fuel
But there’s no remedy for fools
Mumia
Mumia
Mumia
Mumia
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4. |
Cauldron Bog
07:10
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Fern and bracken and lichen and moss
The glistening soil
Glittering silver amidst the dross
The cauldron boils
Burnished brass and polished bronze
In the light of the sputtering oil
Left behind by the ones who once
Farmed and toiled
And ruled this land
From hill to strand
When the stones were rock that are now turned to sand
When fire-haired and green-eyed maids
Of shady groves and verdant glades
Kept the secret safe and true of the portal that will lead you through
To the land of gods
To the fields of bliss
From the rule of rods
To the goddess’ kiss
Sink in the cauldron of death
Close your eyes and lose your breath
Enter the afterlife alive
Slip inside this cauldron and dive
Delve into the cauldron’s depths
Deep inside
Seek the secrets that are kept
By those who hide
See the mystic colours glow
Pulsating as you slide
Embrace the powers that you don’t know
Meet your bride
Of the ancient ones who ruled this land
From withered hill to weathered strand
When the hills were rock that now are turned to sand
Sink in the cauldron of death
Close your eyes and lose your breath
Enter the afterlife alive
Slip inside this cauldron and dive
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Dog's Flesh
07:30
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Moss Goddess
14:45
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Slithering, slippery, slimy, slick
Muscular, pulling, musky, sick
Consuming, contracting, constricting grip
Tight wet squeeze of wheezing, crippling asphyxia
The strongest hold, the cramp of old, the shivering cold, the taste of mould
The last gasp is the deepest
Death’s kiss is the sweetest
The last gasp is the deepest
Death’s kiss is the sweetest
Life leaves this disfigured flesh
To rest with the Moss Goddess
She’s the empress of the deep
Temptress of eternal sleep
And a new awakening in the region where she reigns
In an ageless airless realm
Let yourself be overwhelmed
The last gasp is the deepest
Death’s kiss is the sweetest
The last gasp is the deepest
Death’s kiss is the sweetest
She is mistress of the swamp
Choking, drowning, disappearing
Of the moist and of the damp
Of new growth and reappearing
Trace your fingertips along the crack
Push your hand into the widening gap
Force your torso through and plunge in after
Then silence comes and drowns the sound of laughter
Ha ha ha
The last gasp is the deepest
Look to the naked horizon
At the edge of the fen
Behold the rising sun
Lust curled up in a tightening coil
Vainly clutching these coveted spoils
Lay with me and never leave
Stay forever, none shall grieve
I shall crown thee every spring
With the silver magpies bring
Do not stir, my lover dear
I shall always keep you here
Where the bulrushes grow fair
Entangled in my tangled hair
The last gasp is the deepest
Look to the naked horizon
At the edge of the fen
Behold the sinking sun
She is mistress of the swamp
Choking, drowning, disappearing
Of the moist and of the damp
Of unbirth and reappearing
The last gasp is the deepest
Embrace the great goddess Nerthus
We must celebrate her cultus
Or did Grauballe Man die for nothing?
Did Tollund Man die for nothing?
Did Lindow Man die for nothing?
Did Windeby girlieboy die for nothing?
Did Yde Girl die for nothing?
Was Weerdinge Couple slain for nothing?
Did Huldremose Woman die for nothing?
Did cruel Queen Gunhild die for nothing?
Was Roum Head cut for northing?
Did Elling Girl die for nothing?
Did Grauballe Man die for nothing?
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7. |
Black Incubation
12:17
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The stiffened grimace of my deathmask
Tense after performing final rituals and tasks
Incubated, dreaming of the cure of immortality
Motionless in waiting for a new reality
Frozen stiff clenched black clod
Motionless transfixed beneath the sods
Orange hair on leathery wrinkled head
Leering the ebony grin of vacuum buried dead
Goodbye murdered thrice
Ergot of rye sacrifice
The fire of hallucinations
Lost in smokes of frightening visions
I was myself but not myself
Beside myself and someone else entirely
Some devil woman animal beseeched me
I opened up voluntarily
Leeches sucked me
Love devoured me
Until I was empty
Emptied inside out
Now I lie in waiting
To be filled
For promises to be fulfilled
Incubated in the morass
Blacker than mankinds forgotten past
Incubated in black waiting for the earth to crack
And I’ll reemerge
Clutching the evidence of the crimes against me
Black incubation
Goodbye murdered thrice
Ergot of rye sacrifice
The fire of hallucinations
Lost in smokes of frightening visions
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Et Moselik
04:17
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Langt mot syd i Jylland
Der syreholdig myrvann
Konserverer kropper
Slik at tida stopper
Før tida mi er forbi
La meg få bli et moselik
Før tida mi er forbi
La meg få bli et moselik
Heng meg etter halsen
Og skjær strupen over
Gi den siste hvilen
Lik et barn som sover
Skal jeg ligge druknet
Helt til vann blir tørt land
Der hvor mitt lys slukner
Tennes nytt lys foran
I en monter er jeg på utstilling
Ligger og venter
Som en livløs ting
Fra en beretning er jeg blitt en levning fra
Tida som var en gang
Døden er evig lang
Før tida mi er forbi
La meg få bli et moselik
Før tida mi er forbi
La meg få bli et moselik
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9. |
Heksejakt
03:46
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Siden tidens morgengry
Som hver dag blir født på ny
Har vi dyrka avgudsbilleder
Statuetter
Salva inn med livets saft
Ofra alt for avlekraft
Samla oss rundt våre fetisjer
Amuletter
Kald i måneskinn
Dømt av landsbyting
Kalla hore og heks
Kvælt i dyreskinn
Skrekken pakka inn
Svart magi og fri sex
Nedi myra plugga fast
Holdt på plass av kvist og kvast
For idolene de adlyder
Statuetter
Da magien var reell
Gudegjelda dyr og grell
Det symboler bare antyder
Amuletter
Kald i måneskinn
Dømt av landsbyting
Kalla hore og heks
Kvælt i dyreskinn
Skrekken pakka inn
Svart magi og fri sex
Hver mann med en hasselgrein
Leiter under stokk og stein
Leda an i jakta av de skyldigste i gjengen
Byttedyret flykter blindt
Foran mobben, siste sprint
Før reven segner om når pila flyr fra buestrengen
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The victims wept benath the weight of sacrifice
Bitter tears, sweet nectar for the buzzing flies
Truth wrapped up in legends, fed by lies
Simple facts enhanced by chants and cries
Whorls of pollen mixed with blood
Garlands of spring flowers caked with mud
As the congregation stares agog
Gathered round these gaping wounds insode the holy bog
As the blood congeals the deal is sealed
The brideprice paid the pact is made
As three times over the victim in his flower
The goddess’ own lover is slain
Drugged beyond all conscience and all sense
Ready for the ritual to commence
Held up by a noose around his neck
Skyclad, by flowers all bedecked
Bludgeoned in the head, the throat is cut
Ergot of rye rumbling in his gut
Garroted until the tongue protrudes
Then sunk into the mire in the nude
As the blood congeals the deal is sealed
The brideprice paid the pact is made
As three times over the victim in his flower
The goddess’ own lover is slain
Dirty water flooding virgin lungs
Filling with the fetid fluids of the stagnant pool
Clinging to live’s very bottom rung
Sinking as you’re drinking of the phlegm of death and drool
As the blood congeals the deal is sealed
The brideprice paid the pact is made
As three times over the victim in his flower
The goddess’ own lover is slain
And so, gaunt and grinning underneath the ginger capo f tangled hair
Gurning through eternal night, so far away yet near
Years of lonely holiness
There is a vertigo behind those empty eyesockets
Spiralling into the future of our race
Skin strecthed over sallow face
Give, surrender, receive
The mysteries of sacrifice, believe
As the blood congeals the deal is sealed
The brideprice paid the pact is made
As three times over the victim in his flower
The goddess’ own lover is slain
As the blood congeals the deal is sealed
The brideprice paid the pact is made
As three times over the victim in his flower
The goddess’ own lover is slain
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