paleowolf

They roam the lands driven by primordial instinct, exploring the far-reaching territories, removing the shadow of unknown from the Old Earth...


Eastern Tribes

Back to the primordial woods of ancient Earth...

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Old Earth

In rememberance of the ancestral times...

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Primordial

Earthspirit

Paleowolf releases a 4-track digital EP named "Primordial" as a tribute to our archaic ancestors and our mother Nature. If you want to share the effort and support the project, you can grab the release at Bandcamp.

https://paleowolf.bandcamp.com

Primordial [EP] album preview

Veit ek, at ek hekk
vindga meiði á
nætr allar níu,
geiri undaðr
ok gefinn Óðni,
sjalfr sjalfum mér,
á þeim meiði,
er manngi veit
hvers af rótum renn.

Við hleifi mik sældu
né við hornigi;
nýsta ek niðr,
nam ek upp rúnar,
æpandi nam,
fell ek aftr þaðan.

Rúnatal

Ek man jötna  
ár um borna,  
þá er forðum mik  
fœdda höfðu.  
Níu man ek heima,  
níu íviðjur,  
mjötvið mæran,  
fyr mold neðan.  

Ár var alda  
þar er Ymir byggði,  
vara sandr né sær  
né svalar unnir.  
Jörð fannsk æva  
né upphiminn,  
gap var ginnunga,  
en gras hvergi.  

Hittusk æsir  
á Iðavelli,  
þeir er hörg ok hof  
hátimbruðu,  
afla lögðu,  
auð smíðuðu,  
tangir skópu,  
ok tól gørðu.  

Teflðu í túni,  
teitir váru,  
var þeim vettergis  
vant ór gulli,  
unz þrjár kvámu  
þursa meyjar,  
ámáttkar mjök,  
ór Jötunheimum.  

Fleygði Óðinn 
ok í folk um skaut, 
þat var enn folkvíg 
fyrst í heimi. 
Brotinn var borðveggr 
borgar ása, 
knáttu vanir vígspá 
völlu sporna. 

Þórr einn þar vá, 
þrunginn móði, 
hann sjaldan sitr 
er hann slíkt um fregn. 
Á gengusk eiðar, 
orð ok sœri, 
mál öll meginlig, 
er á meðal fóru. 

Ek Man Jötna...

A forest is a magical place, a primordial dwelling of Man...

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Paleoforest

The distant memories of our ancestors' lives lie untouched by the ages in our subconscious... We hear the tribes are restless... And we see them resting... Helped and beaten by the forces of nature, they survive through us, they survive through the eons.

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Archaic Eon

Once upon a time, there were massive glaciers that covered vast mountain ranges... It was a time when life was resting, hibernating, entering a temporary sleep... until the planetary spring comes again.

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Andrzej Zelman