Bathory

Bathory - Foreverdark Woods

All music and lyrics written by Quorthon for Bathory.

"Silver, the moon high over pond of water calm and dark
Woe, mist, the breath of the dragon, sweeping down mountain side
All still, the day asleep, the sun rests in nest of the Gods
Afar high adventures await me, I hear my brothers calling

Spring is here and the ice breaks free
The endless sky and open sea
I will sail where the Raven will lead me
Fly on black wings, high and free
I shall return with the wind the day
From high adventures, swelling sail
Autumn red comes to Asa bay

Meet me by the well where the water, crystal clear, flows free
From deep within the great mountain towering to the sky
I will be awaiting you coming down treading the trails of elves
Bare feet, let your hair down like the mist across the pond

In dawn of time, before gods and man
When earth and sky was first divided
A star did fall into river deep
A star of gold into silvery water
While I sail, by this you shall remember me
Wear it, yours forever to keep
To bind us beyond end of time, to thee I give a ring of gold"

Bathory - Ring Of Gold

All music and lyrics written by Quorthon for Bathory.

"All male, nine by nine, hanging gently, swaying in the wind
The bark of ash absorbing the splattered heays of blood
For the return of the sun, a winter sacrifice
Ox, dog, horse, sheep and slave, all offered to the gods

The dusk of grey keeps falling upon the landscape bleak
White gently still the bodies away, hanging in god's tree
The ring of torches lighting up the heath, a ghostly shine
The mighty ash unites the earth with sky for all time

The golden mead flows freely, chant of the sun is sung
The runes are read out loud and clear, midwinter night is long
Lifegiving disc shall fill the sky once more in all its span
The vinterblot, a reawakening, hail Nordland."

Bathory - Vinterblot

All music and lyrics written by Quorthon for Bathory.

"A veil of mist, a foreign coast
The calm before their battle cry
Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold
Through mist, the first arrow, it flies

Battle, hold firm the line in battle

Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side
We may stand victorious or fall
This fine day, a fine day to die
We shall fight and may die by the sword

Cutting through flesh and bone, your sword
My brother, our father taught you well
But from behind the unseen blow
Mortally wounded, down you tell

Battle, hold firm the line in battle

Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side
Silent by my side you did fall
This was a fine day a fine day to die
Brother, I'll keep your broken sword."

Bathory - Broken Sword

All music and lyrics written by Quorthon for Bathory.

"Ride the Dragon's breath, mist of poison green
Come yee flemes, a burning death, face the unseen
Deep within the cave, lit p by the torch, a plae gleam
As told of in the ancient tales, the Sword of gold and steel

Eyes of ember, fangs and claws
Creature of fire
Jaws of death, walk through the haze
Crimson and dire

Engulfed in mist, the Sword of Gods
Onwards son and ride the Dragon's breath

Struch from mountain are, chilled in morning dew
Forged by hand of Gods, when the world was young, this land anew
Blade of shining steel, grip covered in gold
Carved into its blade, the legend unfold

Eyes of ember, fangs and claws
Creature of fire
Jaws of death, walk through the haze
Crimson and dire

Gods in the shy, the Sword is mine
Untouched I am by the mist of the Dragon's breath."

Bathory - Dragons Breath

All music and lyrics written by Quorthon for Bathory.

"Brother, we did cross the raging sea
Our fathers, has watched our trail for long
Battles, many we fought, side by side
Through foreverdark woods we did ride

Now your journey has reached the end of its trail
For today was a fine day to die
We shall meet again in great hall in the sky
And shall be until the end of time

We shall meet again in great hall in the sky
And shall be until the end of time

Sailing, the wind was strong against your face
Fighting, great battles we did win
Offering, the winterblot, a sacrifice
Open wide, the gates, to let you in

Brother mine, in battle beaten, not slain
Hall up high awaits you, come eternal life
Stricken down, o brother, this was your day
Rest you now, we will meet again

Stricken down, my brother, this was your day
Rest you now, we will meet again

Close your eyes, lay still, no more pain
Washed away, your blood, a gentle rain
The blood shed is blood of mine

Flames, your pyre, reaching high in the night
Sound the horn of bronze, it is time
Goddess of warriors to call

Rise and stand, my brother, whole again a man
Walk down golden aisle in hall up high
Take your seat, raise your cup, eternal life
Forever a Northern son

It is told, ancient tales
A great hall awaits a fallen brother."

Bathory - Great Hall Awaits A Fallen Brother

Bathory - The Woodwoman

Track two off "Blood, Fire, Death" by Bathory

A Fine Day to Die by Bathory

Blood on Ice

One Eyed Old Man

Nordland II

The Land

Destroyer of Worlds

Day of Wrath

Nordland I

Mother Earth Father Thunder

The Lake

Lake of Fire

The Messenger

Twilight of the Gods

To Enter Your Mountain

Hammerheart

Valhalla

Shores in Flames

Under the Sign of the Black Mark

Call from the Grave

Lyrics:

As the night divides the day : the dark will come to everyone
fear will strike the hearts of all : the hearts of all both old and young
the fool may be carefree : unknown to him the troubles upon his masters brow
but death us all will grasp with hand so cold to pull us down

And so the sun is low again : along horizon a crimson blaze
soon the dusk us all embrace : the shadows long as life itself
but in the light of moon and stars above be sure yee everyone
tomorrow new a day will dawn : none stay can the course of the wheel of sun

As sure as it is true once we all shall die : true it is not all men lives
a king shall fall : a child be born : the Gods will take and Gods will give
before your time has come : do climb your mountainside on a morning fair
and smell the fragrance carried by the wind : let it blow freely through your hair

damned he who sits still and curse woe the dark but will do not a thing
to light the torch : to shed the light : for him the dark is all within
slowly across the sky the golden disc of life it tumbles on
the wheel of life and light : rebirth : the seasons : behold the wheel of sun

Bathory - The Wheel of Sun

Bathory

Tatyana