Mistful morning
rolling hills shiver and sway
dew on thistle
breath caught halfway
You are lost
in the lure of this pale grey veil
each step softer
each thought frail

You are trollbound
hear him call, hear him call
trollbound
and the hills watch you fall
This day you’ll remember
nothing but the sound
of his voice in your skull
echoing, echoing
trollbound

Quivering heather
stirs like it’s breathing you in
stones lean closer
like they share in your sin
By his mercy
you roam where the skylarks fled
hunger in the bracken
humming in your head

You are trollbound
hear him call, hear him call
trollbound
and the hills watch you fall
This day you’ll remember
nothing but the sound
of his voice in your skull
echoing, echoing
trollbound

The hills are brittle
underneath your feet they sigh
you seep through the cracks
as the sky runs dry
[low vocal register] “Come further”
he croons from the hollow ground
your name unravels
thread by thread
to the sound

You are trollbound
hear him call, hear him call
trollbound
and the hills watch you fall
This day you’ll remember
nothing but the sound
of his voice in your skull
echoing, echoing
trollbound

Trollbound

Kristnir menn kirkjur sækja
heiðnir menn hof blóta
eldr upp brennr
jörð grær

mögr móður kallar
ok móðir mög fæðir
aldir elda kynda

skip skríðr skildir blíkja
sól skínn snæ leggr
fiðr skríðr fura vex

valr flýgr várlangan dag
stendr honum byrr bein
undir báða vængi

Grágás, Fornyrðislag (1117)

Kristnir Menn

Fog in my lungs
Cold in my teeth
Branches like fingers
Pull me beneath

I walk
But the path dissolves
Each step swallowed whole
Roots drag my ankles down
Bark carves my soul
Shadows wear my face
They laugh when I scream
I claw at the hanging moss
Tear through a dying dream

Mistwalker wailing
I am the echo
I don’t exist
Call out my name
You’ll taste the rot
I was a man once
Now I’m not
Lost forever in the mist

Cold hands close around my wrist
No dawn
No flame
No final word
I fade into the hunger
Never heard

Eyes in the thicket stare
Waiting for me to kneel
Teeth made of broken stones
Grind down what I feel
I tried to outrun the hush
The silence ran faster still
Now I stand at the center
Of a circle that wants my will

Mistwalker wailing
I am the echo
I don’t exist
Call out my name
You’ll taste the rot
I was a man once
Now I’m not
Lost forever in the mist

I stop
I sink
I give my breath away
Let the dead air drink
Strip my name from bone
Peel my hope from skin
If this is where I end
Then let the forest take me in

I am not leaving
I am not saved
I am the fog-bound
Buried but not in a grave

Mistwalker wailing
I am the echo
I don’t exist
Call out my name
You’ll taste the rot
I was a man once
Now I’m not
Lost forever in the mist

Mist in my mouth
Earth in my eyes
Deep in the forest
Something dies
It’s me
It’s me
And I will never rise

Mistwalker Wailing

Enter the forest
Roots like fingers
Darkness swallowing
It remembers your name

Accepting fate
Never leaving
Breath on bark
You walk into its throat

Embrace the darkness
Hidden treasures of old
Capturing
Release
The shadows take hold
This is your fate now
Swallow the moss
Become
The sundering is here
Now
Now
Now

Entrails of shadow
Spilling through branches
Eyes in the lichen
Watching you fall still

Never see light
Ever again
Forever the moss
Weeping where you stand

You will never leave
You will never leave
Darkness entails you
You
You
You stay

Embrace the darkness
Hidden treasures of old
Capturing
Release
The shadows take hold

Moss Weeping

Feeling you in the quiet glow
Doing me like you already know
Enjoying the pull, the soft release
Every breath is a little more peace
Bonding in the in-between
Sharing sparks in what we mean
Intensity under skin
Building slow, then pulling us in

No words, just motion
No map, just ocean
Every touch is saying stay

I’m here, I’m here, I’m here
With you, with you, with you
Losing the edges, losing the fear
Nothing else is coming through

Entering a different state
Time loosens up, we levitate
Nowhere calling my name
Everything shifts but feels the same
Elsewhere draped in your sound
Up is down, lost is found
Away but closer than before
Every second asking for more

I don’t know where this goes…
I just know it’s real.
I’m not disappearing.
I’m arriving.

I’m here, I’m here, I’m here
So much here it overflows
In you, in this atmosphere
Where the outside never goes

Nowhere, now here
Pull me under, pull me near
Not here, but everywhere
Every moment stripped and bare

Away… but here.
Floating… but steady.
This isn’t escape.
This is connection.

Here…
Here…
With you…

Here, here, here—don’t move
Here, here, here—just you
Nowhere else I wanna be
Here is everything to me

Right here.
Still here.
With you

Here

Darkendance


Ulthra kaem noctis
Mor un vel saen
Thuun vara sepra
Kal ossa draem

Vekram, Vekram
Sub terra thrael
Corvax neth umbra
Pulvis regna cael

Ashkar mon sepul
Dei vetra somna
Clavis carnis ligra
Noctyr non dona

Thuun
Thuun ul-kaem

Ossa rota cinis
Sanguis memora
Kael sub mundo
Iter atra fora

Vetra deus atra
In somna fer
Spina mundi frakta
Silens imper

Dormath vetra ul
Audi sub lapide
Kael sanguis rota
Solve vincula fide
Noctyr pater abys
Umbra in corona
Surge lente, sine vultu
Surge ex somna
Pulvis sacer, ossa clavis
Cor sub mundo latet
Vetra malum, vetra forma
Iter pate… iter pate…

Ulthra
Ulthra kaem
Ulthra noctyr

Ulthra
Ulthra kaem
Ulthra noctyr

Ulthra
Ulthra kaem
Ulthra noctyr

Ulthra
Ulthra kaem
Ulthra noctyr

Caelum cadit inter nos
Terra ore hiat
Somnus fracta, signum vetra
Deus redit…

Somna solve…
Somna solve…
Vetra deus atra
Non lux
Non pax
Surge
Surge
Surge

Ulthra

A frost across the present tense.
The air splits open — soundless.
I step outside the pulse of blood
and watch the gesture form.
This word.
This turn of the head.
This light against the wall.
I have stood
in this exact fracture
before.

Not memory.
Not prophecy.
But eternity
forcing its way
through a single second.

It has happened.
It is happening.
It will happen.

Again I arrive
where I have already been.
Again I awaken
inside the skin.

The moment repeats.
The moment repeats.
The moment repeats.

A seam in the fabric of now.
A wound in the bones of time.
Through it —
something enters.
Or returns.
A presence
half a breath behind perception.
It knows the movement
before the muscle obeys.
It knows the fall
before gravity speaks.

Already lived.
Already known.
Already stepping
into the unknown.

Again I arrive
where I have already been.

Past and unborn
collapse within.
An endless circle
wearing my skin.

The moment repeats.
The moment repeats.
The moment repeats.

If this is the world —
why does it open?
If this is the self —
why does it divide?

I am seen
by what sees through me.
I am lived
by what has no name.
Time is not a line.
It is a wound that shines.

Again I awaken
inside the skin.

The moment repeats.
The moment repeats.
The moment repeats.

It has happened.
It is happening.
It will happen.

The moment repeats.
The moment repeats.
The moment repeats.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Inside the skin.

Inside the skin

Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Gawk at the unrest

Steel lungs cough through choking streets
Profit gnaws on butchered meat
Every morning resurrects
The same dull god of architecture

Ash in the bloodstream
Dust in the tongue
Every day a sermon
For a future never young

Bleak looks the world I spit and I rend
Onwards to nihilism the masses descend
Marching in circles
Kissing their ashes
Praying for meaning in shattered glasses
Fray—unleash
Gawk at the unrest
Idols of dust collapse in their chests
Bleak looks the world

Sky hangs diseased above the towers
Clocks gnaw slow on marrowed hours
Dead-eyed herds in concrete veins
Dragging breath through humming drains

Fluorescent halos rot the air
Hope dissolves in office glare
Screens glow pale like dying suns
Counting down what we've become

Bleak looks the world I spit and I rend
Onwards to nihilism the masses descend
Marching in circles
Kissing their ashes
Praying for meaning in shattered glasses
Fray—unleash
Gawk at the unrest
Idols of dust collapse in their chests
Bleak looks the world

Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Gawk at the unrest

Sirens coil through sleepless stone
Graves are built before we're grown
Children learn to bargain slow
With the dark they're born to know

Oceans climb the stairwell walls
Salt fills the veins of dying halls
Teachers whisper patient lies
Under bleaching satellite skies

Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Gawk at the unrest

Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Gawk at the unrest

Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Fray—unleash
Bleak looks the world

Gawk at the Unrest

De sidder i studiet i pænt jakkesæt
og vender procenter som spillekort
en bid til dig, en bid til mig
og klapper når regnestykket går op
de siger skat og de siger reform
igen og igen og igen
som om verden kun findes
i et excelark på Christiansborg
men vi gider ikke høre mere om jeres regneark
ikke en procent, ikke en krone til
tal om luften vi skal trække vejret i
tal om jorden vi er ved at slå ihjel
hvad hjælper opsparing når skoven er væk
hvad hjælper et fradrag i tørke og røg
hvad er et overskud værd
hvis havet er dødt og markerne støv
I måler alt i penge og vækst
og kalder det ansvarlig politik
mens isen smelter stille
uden for jeres pressebriefing
vores børnebørns børnebørn
kommer ikke til at spørge
hvem der vandt jeres skattedebat
de spørger bare
hvorfor I vidste det
og ikke gjorde noget
men vi gider ikke høre mere om jeres regneark
ikke en procent, ikke en krone til
snak om luften vi skal trække vejret i
snak om jorden vi er ved at slå ihjel
for der findes ingen alderdom
på en død planet
ingen finanslov
i et tomt hav
så råb det højt så selv de døve kan høre
vi vil have en fremtid
ikke flere regneark.

Ikke flere regneark

Some things never move
Some things never bend
They just remain
and expect the rest to end
Tradition in the walls
Order in the air
Old words hanging
like dust that never clears
The room gets smaller
when certain thoughts are spoken
The air gets thinner
around the unbroken
It’s not shouting
It’s not war
It’s gravity
pulling everything
back
to what it was before
Something inside
kept pressing outward
Something inside
refused to fold
Not loud
Not violent
Just done
being controlled
Agreement feels like erosion
Silence feels like sleep
Smiling feels like distance
from something buried deep
This is how a life goes missing
without ever walking away
This is how a voice grows quiet
with too much left to say
But there is a pulse
that does not negotiate
There is a breath
that does not wait
There is a line
no one else can draw
This life is mine to carry
Mine to break
Mine to build
Mine to ruin
Mine to mend
Mine to leave unfulfilled
This life is mine to carry
Not inherited
Not assigned
Not reduced
to fit a shape
that leaves no soul behind
Not anger
Release
Not rebellion
Gravity reversed
The weight falls off
when it is no longer held
The silence breaks
when it is no longer obeyed
No more shrinking
No more translating
No more becoming smaller
to make something else feel large
This life is mine
Mine to walk alone
Mine to grow unfamiliar
Mine to stand on its own
If it costs comfort
so be it
If it costs approval
so be it
If it costs blood
so be it
My life
My breath
My ground beneath my feet
No permission needed
No inheritance to keep
My life
My name
Unfolding in my hands
The weight is gone
The weight is gone
The weight
is
gone

This Life is Mine

Danish musician, composer and vocalist known from bands like Almune and Jotunger.

Has fun by using AI tools to bring some of his compostitions to life and posting them here on SoundCloud.

Read more at hcmolbech.dk

HC Molbech

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