Now is the time of monsters
We hold life, they hold perversion
False apathy in a time of suffering
With sword in hand, shield by our sides
We march upon the betrayers
Colonizers of coin
Turned away from their own
We put an end to their misery
So that their old Earth be withered
Their ideas of uncaring struck down
They claim rebellion, but only defend what is
Drowning their hate in a flurry of blade

Heavenfield

Now is the Time of Beasts

Now Is The Time Of Beasts

Binēoþan beorgum ealdum
Wihte of gēardum licgaþ
Fyrrest fræm folce
Byrgen of wigan

Byrme and swēord
On his breostes
Næfre awæcnan
Oþ sunne birstþ

Þis sweord
Næfre scēaþian
Oþ blōd is gedragen
Tyrfing þæs slagas

(Beneath burgs old
Wights of past lie
Furthest from folk
A tomb of a warrior

Mail and sword
Across his chest
Never to wake
Until sun fails

This sword
Never to be sheathed
Until blood is drawn
Tyrfing the Slayer)

Ealdbeorg

In the Shadow of the Black Fells

Second track off of Heavenfield's debut demo; Demo I.

Lyrics:
The chain though unbreakable shatters
The ugly wolf is free
Gods shall be devoured whole
Mighty Fenrir wins this game

Moon and sun shall disappear
Thursian light remains
The child of the Witch Queen roams
With blood-tinged eyes he hungers
Without shame he invokes chaos

Rejoicing upon the destruction
He shatters the one-eye's spear
He stands above the broken sword
Loki's son born in sorrow

The great wolf
Feasts upon it all
Never ending and never satiable
Madness incarnate

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Demo I

Gleipnir

First track off of Heavenfield's debut demo: Demo I

Lyrics:
„ Ár var alda þar er Ýmir bygði,
vara sandr né sær né svalar unnir,
jörð fannsk æva né upphiminn,
gap var ginnunga, en gras hvergi.”

Ýmir, the primordial giant
For you, chaos is invoked upon the land
Your children we worship
The Æsir tremble at the sinister powers of Jötunheimr
From eleven rivers, icy waters flow
Soon shall black light kill the cosmic tree

In the beginning, there was void
In the end so shall it be
All shall know Niflheimr
All shall know Múspellzheimr
The flaming jötun awakens

To the thurses we give black blót
The cosmic shackles shall be released
By our dark runic sorcery
Salvation awaits all those enlightened

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Jötunheimr

Single off of the upcoming EP, "Se Storm."

Lyrics:
Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal iċ tō Wælhealle gān
Ġif iċ on beaduwe fealle, uwberen me Wōdens Wælcyrgum

For nū se dæġ cymþ, sċeal iċ æt þǣm langan sigebēode ond andlang etan

Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal mīn heortan gesælig bēon

Iċ wille mid Ēsa drincen
Wælheall, wigas healle

Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal iċ tō Wælhealle gān
Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeall iċ mid urum ildrum drincan

Iċ wille mid Ēsa drincen
Wælheall, wigas healle

(If I die by the sword, to Walhall shall I go
If I fall in battle Woden’s Walcyrie will bear me

For now comes the day when I shall feast at the long table of victory

If I die by the sword, my heart shall be happy

I will drink with the Esa
Walhall, warrior’s hall

If die by the sword, to Walhall shall I go
If I die by the sword, with my forebears shall I drink

I will drink with the Esa
Walhall, warrior’s hall)

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Wælheall, Wigas Healle - Walhall, Warrior’s Hall

Second single off of Heavenfield's upcoming EP, "Se Storm" available on Bandcamp.

Ō mihtiġ Tīw, ġief meċ þīn strengþe
Þū, hwā ġēafe þīnan hand þone wulfe bindan
Lǣte meċ ūran hāligan grāfan beorgan
Forġiete nāht þā beorgas hwǣr ūra dryhtnēas lāgon

Þīna rūna āgræfe iċ uppan mīnum hilt, uppan mīnre weard and uppan mīnum blæd
Iċ ċealliġe forþ “Tīw, Tīw!“
Þū, se æwebringer, se mǣsta þrymam æf Ōs, ġief meċ maniġe ġewunnene beadwa

Swā anhende Ōs, hīe inclypiað þē
Ahende Ōs, æwe god
Tō sōþe, tō lage and lēafe,
Tō mærum dædum, and mihitigum wordum

Sigedryhten, Sōðfæer
Anhende Ōs, æwe god
Þū fēdest þone wulf, þē ōðera gefærte
Þū nōme his trēwðe, þē getī wæs hē
Æwe god, hāl aboede
Tīw þū bist tacna, healdest trēwða well
Leode laðað Heargwearde, and lofiað þīnne nama
Æwe god, hāl aboede

Þinges Tīw, þrymcyning
Þū fēdest þone wulf, þe oðera gefærte
Þū nome his trewðe, þe geti wæs hē
Æwe god, hāl aboede
Æwe god, hāl aboede

(Oh mighty Tiw, give me your strength
You, who gave your hand to bind the wolf
Let me save our holy groves
Forget not the barrows where our dead lie

I carve your runes upon my hilt, upon my guard, and upon my blade
I call forth "Tiw, Tiw!"
You, the lawbringer, the strongest of Os, give me many battles won

So one-handed god, they call you
One-handed Os, law god
For truth, for justice, and for what's dear
To mighty deeds, and mighty words

Lord of victory, lord of truth
One-handed Os, law god
You fed the wolf, when others would not
You did the dead, when bound was he
Law god, whole abide
Tiw, you are a symbol of truth
The people praise you, and your name
Law god, whole abide

Thing god, strong king
You fed the wolf, when others would not
You did the dead, when bound was he
Law god, whole abide
Law god, whole abide)

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Tīw, Anhende Ōs - Tiw, One-Handed Os

Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal iċ tō Wælhealle gān
Ġif iċ on beaduwe fealle, uwberen me Wōdens Wælcyrgum

For nū se dæġ cymþ, sċeal iċ æt þǣm langan sigebēode ond andlang etan

Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal mīn heortan gesælig bēon

Iċ wille mid Ēsa drincen
Wælheall, wigas healle

Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeal iċ tō Wælhealle gān
Ġif iċ forðfare bī þāra sweorde, sċeall iċ mid urum ildrum drincan

Iċ wille mid Ēsa drincen
Wælheall, wigas healle

(If I die by the sword, to Walhall shall I go
If I fall in battle Woden’s Walcyrie will bear me

For now comes the day when I shall feast at the long table of victory

If I die by the sword, my heart shall be happy

I will drink with the Esa
Walhall, warrior’s hall

If die by the sword, to Walhall shall I go
If I die by the sword, with my forebears shall I drink

I will drink with the Esa
Walhall, warrior’s hall)

Se Storm

Wælheall, Wigas Healle

Wē āgryndaþ fram þǣm beorge
Regen fielþ uppan þǣm sunnigan dene
Se dæġ is onfeallende
Trēow liġþ biforan ūs
Þā pincan liċġaþ behindan ūs
Se storm styrmþ innan Midsumora
Wē feorsiaþ þǣm tō þǣm fȳre
Fram þǣm beorge tō þǣm dene
Fram þǣm dene tō þǣm beorge
Wē frēolsiaþ on Wodnesdæg
Beorscipe ābītt ūs
Wē wordlaþ mid þǣm Goda
Fram þǣm beorge tō þǣm dene
Fram þǣm dene tō þǣm beorge


(We descend from the mountains
Rain falls upon the sunlit valley
The day is overwhelming
Trees lie before us
The mountaintops behind us
The storm rages in Midsummer
We wayfare to the fire
From the valley to the mountains
From the mountains to the valley
We celebrate Woden's Day
We commune with the Gods
From the valley to the mountains
From the mountains to the valley)

þā Beorge - The Mountains

Þā Beorge - The Mountains

Ō mihtiġ Tīw, ġief meċ þīn strengþe
Þū, hwā ġēafe þīnan hand þone wulfe bindan
Lǣte meċ ūran hāligan grāfan beorgan
Forġiete nāht þā beorgas hwǣr ūra dryhtnēas lāgon

Þīna rūna āgræfe iċ uppan mīnum hilt, uppan mīnre weard and uppan mīnum blæd
Iċ ċealliġe forþ “Tīw, Tīw!“
Þū, se æwebringer, se mǣsta þrymam æf Ōs, ġief meċ maniġe ġewunnene beadwa

Swā anhende Ōs, hīe inclypiað þē
Ahende Ōs, æwe god
Tō sōþe, tō lage and lēafe,
Tō mærum dædum, and mihitigum wordum

Sigedryhten, Sōðfæer
Anhende Ōs, æwe god
Þū fēdest þone wulf, þē ōðera gefærte
Þū nōme his trēwðe, þē getī wæs hē
Æwe god, hāl aboede
Tīw þū bist tacna, healdest trēwða well
Leode laðað Heargwearde, and lofiað þīnne nama
Æwe god, hāl aboede

Þinges Tīw, þrymcyning
Þū fēdest þone wulf, þe oðera gefærte
Þū nome his trewðe, þe geti wæs hē
Æwe god, hāl aboede
Æwe god, hāl aboede

(Oh mighty Tiw, give me your strength
You, who gave your hand to bind the wolf
Let me save our holy groves
Forget not the barrows where our dead lie

I carve your runes upon my hilt, upon my guard, and upon my blade
I call forth "Tiw, Tiw!"
You, the lawbringer, the strongest of Os, give me many battles won

So one-handed god, they call you
One-handed Os, law god
For truth, for justice, and for what's dear
To mighty deeds, and mighty words

Lord of victory, lord of truth
One-handed Os, law god
You fed the wolf, when others would not
You did the dead, when bound was he
Law god, whole abide
Tiw, you are a symbol of truth
The people praise you, and your name
Law god, whole abide

Thing god, strong king
You fed the wolf, when others would not
You did the dead, when bound was he
Law god, whole abide
Law god, whole abide)

Tīw, Anhende Ōs - Tiw, One - Handed Os

Se Storm - The Storm

Iċ sċac' for þone wudu æf sorge
Iċ ġewīt' þās hæfene tōweard þǣm wuda æf uncnāwanunge
Restleasīċe wandriġ' iċ
Fram weġe inn þȳ dryġan wuda bellen þā wulfas
Hīe stariġen æt mē

þæt wiermþu wīcid and mē sċeal cald bēon
Beforan þǣre ǣċ cnēowle iċ
Iċ swef' mē for þǣm lǣste mǣle
þiestru belīfeþ

(I depart for the woods of sorrow
I leave this haven toward the woods of unknowing
Restlessly I wander
From the arid path wolves howl
They stare at me

The warmth leaves me and now I am cold
Before the oak I kneel
I rest for the last time
Darkness remains)

Sēo Āc - The Oak

Heavenfield is a one-man atmospheric black metal project formed in 2017. It focuses on the legends of ancient folklore sung in dead tongues. Black metal skaldic songs of gods forgotten.