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2 Min Skjend Sjel

1 Possessed By The Forest Spirit

Let the Ravens fly 

Among the greenest pastures
Beneath the whitest waterfall
Lives an old wizard 
Who speaks to The Gods

The forest is yawning 
Beasts gather their young
Trolls linger in darkness 
The spiders web is spun

Then Men came with folklore
That spoke of a bloody Christ
Many people they tortured
Forced to drink the blood of lies

Too many fallen warriors
You bastards will pay with blood
Your sons and daughters 
Will stand where we stood

Trees that sway in winter
A fire scorches the night sky
A prisoner sent to slaughter 
For he with only one eye

Odin owns us all
Your shadow hangs upon a great tree
Wise are you who bares the runes
Take this sacrifice, spare divinity

I wear my hammer with pride
I invert the cross before your eyes
I stand a heathen for all time
I will never see the light

Silence fills the bloodied fields
The wind carries an anguished cry
We'll honor our dead with axes swords and shields
Let the Ravens fly!

Let The Ravens Fly

A Season of Pagan Sorrow 

Bodies litter the ground
This landscape is devoid of mortal sound
Flames kiss the sky 
Sons are lost as arrows fly

The voices I hear mimic the dead
Screams of torture forever remain my head

I watched my brothers die
I watched you remove her head
I found my children's bodies in the fields

I know what I must do
Heimdall marks my path true
I tear out my roots and follow on

Drunk with despair yet filled with pride
Thor grant protection for me and mine
Terror and passion strike
My mountain of strife

I am a great tree bound to this world
My spirit reaches deep into the earth
My branches touch all the elements of the sky 
Upon my body the allfathers eye

Challenge my soul
Define my worth 
Step by step I travel towards tomorrow 
Into an everlasting season of sorrow

A Season Of Pagan Sorrow

This Storm Travels North 

I have seen the beginnings of death
I have seen many endings of life
I've watched the horror awaken in the mind 
and saw the escape of light from the eyes

Now As I walk through the center of the ravaging storm
My body and mind are torn piece by piece 
Though thunder and lightning do me no harm
Flesh and bone is met with frost and ice

I cannot contain how empty I am 
I cannot control my desperate hand 
I'm just a ghost of a man with a warriors heart
Who worships the forest and wallows in the dark

I must go I must find new beginnings 
I will leave my previous lives behind

I'll sail on many oceans I'll crash upon the strongest tides 
Let the salt splash into my wounds  
 
I'll be as strong as the seas are stormy though whisps of misfortune guide my way
Let the wind sweep me up into the hurricanes eye
Today is the day I know I will die

My earthly body has been destroyed
I'm reborn anew from the ancient void
Golden valkyries grant me safe passage
Let "This Storm Travels North" be my final adage

This Storm Travels North

Let The Ravens Fly!

Heaven Impaled

Blackened eyes without a lid
Find a saving grace within the dying light
Find a cold comfort within the screams
To which you cannot match a face

Avert your eyes from the light
And find the truth in its absence 
Let this darkness be your master
And succumb to the wounds you've created

Rain pisses from the sky
Upon the greenest hill 
Dull and without life
A Heaven Impaled

A young boy sprung from corrupted soil
With regard to his mother's toil
Sent off to fight and become a man
To kill and mame with joy in a foreign land

Emptiness
Is not something you wish for

Though our souls may forever dwell within the ethereal realms of ancient power, our paths differ as many are the elements of the universe 

Hate 
Is not something you're granted

The portals are opening the sacrifices are gathered, a young boy is now an old man withered
I meditate in fire, the flames don't scorch my skin 
entrapped in your eyes is a tortured soul within 

Despair 
Is something much greater

I shall penetrate your love 
with a spear of unrighteousness 
There will be a black bond 
structured by hopelessness

Avert your eyes from the light
And find the truth in its absence 
Let this darkness be your master
And succumb to the wounds we created together

Rain pisses from the sky
Upon the greenest hill 
Dull and without life
A Heaven Impaled

Heaven Impaled

Smite The Cross 

We stand in the sunset, Seeking your wisdom in the last ray of light, falling from between the clouds as scarlet pools like the blood beneath our feet

We march up the hill 
Where the crucifix stands tall
To break necks instead of bread 
and shout our heathen call

You forced your way onto sacred lands
Built temples where pagans once worshipped
At sword point made your demands
Anointed with blood and curses

You are detested 
Your God is rejected
Your life force is demeaning 
The earth needs a cleaning

See the smoke rise 
from the valley of wrath 
Smite the Cross
Burn it down

What caused you to do this? What made you true?
A divine rite you have claimed 
That by wealth and greed is skewed

What is your purpose as a vessel of lies? 
I have accepted the challenge to bring your demise

Curse the name of christ
Blaspheme all things white 
All hail our divine right 
To rid the world of this Christian blight

See the smoke rise 
Rain down a volley of death 
Smite that fucking Cross
Feel my blade penetrate your chest

Given to our swords 
Numerous they are
And without restraint
We bleed them and use it as paint
To draw a sacred rune of blasphemy

One-handed God who does what must be done,
Grim and uncompromising, keep our spines straight,
Our heads high, our eyes forward on this path of death and glory

Hail Tyr
Hail Tor
Hail Odhinn

To keep going in the face of all fear,
To do right in the face of all necessity,
To walk unswerving through
fire, blood and steel

Smite The Cross

The Doom of the Gods 

I have forseen 
The destruction ahead
He will not quit 
Until we are all dead

Beckons the wolf
Darkness is he
An apocalyptic holiday 
Of forseen defeat

Allfathers demise
Odin closes his eye
Hugin and munin lie dead on the ground
The end of our time is now

Brothers will fight 
And kill each other
Thor will fall 
with Jormungandr 
No mercy Ragnarok  
The Doom of the Gods 

Hear the thunderclap
The sky will fall
Beneath us earth crack
It will take us all

You cannot escape Midgards fate 
Soon you will dwell in the realm of Hel
The mountain you live under crumbles before you
A great wave to extinguish all you know

The Doom Of The Gods

Úlfhédnar 

The wolves descend upon perilous night in search for holy blood
Imbued with thors thunderous might to strike down the white god

We are savage men with hunger in our eyes
We shall not faint until we feast on the hearts of the soldiers of christ

Without shield without sword

Wolves of Odhinn
Howling in the night
Úlfhéðnar
Killing is our right

We smell your filth from miles away 
Our pack will hunt until new dawn's day

Beneath our blackened skin grows an invulnerable rage 

Without fear without remorse

We sharpen our fangs 
And make an offering to the gods
And though some of us may die
We will tear you limb from limb

Úlfhéðnar

Led by writer, composer and multi-instrumentalist; Vredensdal creates a sound that honors the spirit of Quorthon. 

Anti-Christian. Misanthropic. Sorrowful. Heathen. Bitterness.

Kald Kriger

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