I stood in the snowy pines’ view - It captured my eyes once again. The pathways bring always to you By whispers of winds in your hand. The farther we wander away, The longer your rivers will flow. We’ll meet when it’s over, someday - Under the clear skies of home. Verily said, This dreadful tide Is the deadly triumph of the White Light. What shall we leave And bury behind, To put an end to falling skyline? Dragging through the squall We face disdain and madness, Amidst the ice and snow Hearing nighthawk’s cries. The nature so wise and old Began to starve and fall. In this final war of cold Where could we find allies? We’ll cover lands with our ways To seek for the signs of new sun - A seed that will burst into flames, And make all your grasses reborn. The farther we wander away, The longer your rivers will flow. We’ll meet when it’s over, someday - Under the clear skies of home.

On the autumn road In the early fog Something in the air’s getting wrong. Traces in moonlight Make us easy-chased By the hungry eyes of Unnamed. We have gone so far, Racing with the beasts, To the place where lore still exists. Quietly we come Trying every step There’s no single chance to turn back. Like a warden left unknown In the land of waves and frost Giant tower waits alone At the edge of rocky coast. On the autumn road Rusty stains of blood Suddenly explode sedate hearts. Howling wind in trees Now remains Their call Drawing out our souls to enthral. Grieving humid soil Spreads its clammy fear - Hunters for our breath are coming near. We must never stop Warmth of our hands Shouldn’t face the end in these lands. Remnants of forsaken lore Show the path in evil mist. Stand against the sleepy glow. Run, until you can’t resist. Like a warden left unknown In the land of waves and frost, Giant tower waits alone At the edge of rocky coast.

Gjennom nattenes himmel, i stjernenes skin, Jeg vandrer alene, vet ikke hvor jeg skal inn. Gjennom kulden jeg går, mitt hjerte er støtt, For nordlyset, ja nordlyset, det bærer mitt skjøtt. Have you ever seen the skies in green and violet, Those which give us birth? Have you ever heard the cries of grief and hunger, Those which are harbingers of death? Have you ever looked into the eyes of mother, Seeking crops to feed the child, Praying for her man to come alive In the calling shine of the Northern Lights. Freezing waves show the pathway: We set sail towards home. Leaving dead in the pyre: My last arrow lets them go. Så i den kalde natten, under nordlysets bølge, Finner jeg mitt hjem, i lysets varme ølge. Together we fought, And together we stand With bodies covered in red. May this be unsung, And we pray the rain To help us forget. Covered with blood Fight to live, Fight to let your home survive, Drowned in the dark Running wheel Of the starving winter night. Once the time will come For the peace To encompass our days… Now we must go, Ply our swords, Guided by the ancient ways. In the flying sail view Northern Lights will call you… Have you ever seen the skies in green and violet, Those which mean you’re home? Have you ever heard the cries of joy and laughter, Those which are harbingers of spring? Have you ever looked into the eyes of mother, Feeding your young child? Grateful to the sea you’ve come alive. In the welcome shine of the Northern Lights.

One more night your mind will relent In lilac and gooseberries scent. Your last wish defined the unease In tapestry of destinies. The hard blaring quake Of runaway force Has tied roles. The quietness of lake Won’t be vital source For insatiable souls. Swear I won’t ever find you broken By the powers you don’t understand. Now and after this creature aims to make you wish. And its laughter will hardly be a wilful dish. You won’t stop, you won’t drop Power driving you atop, even if they bleed. Keeping strong all night long, Fighting death you’re not alone. You’ll gather what you need When the last wish is complete. The hard blaring quake Of runaway force Has tied roles. The quietness of lake Won’t be vital source For insatiable souls. Swear you won’t perceive the days broken With what I’ll do to draw your death away. Now and after - three wishes always will prevail. Final chapter - this is the end of fairy-tale. We won’t stop, we won’t drop Struggle driving us atop, even if I bleed. Keeping strong all days long, Seeking birth you’re not alone. You’ll gather what you need. My last wish is complete. The hard blaring quake Of runaway force Has tied roles. The quietness of lake Won’t be vital source For insatiable souls. One more night your mind will relent In lilac and gooseberries scent.

This deadly passage Is squeezing mind with ice Of the constant threat. But we struggle, Since its fateful dice Hasn’t chosen yet At last, we reached the cloudy height, Our feet made trails in onyx sand. The place where starlight governs night, The hall, where time has no direction. We walked around by window glass and heard a loud knock from the outside. The shadows we’d seen were getting clear, Shaping a figure in a decrepit cloak. Its ashen skull with unnatural grin Was lightened by the timeless glow. It’s sight was like a crowd of dark Creatures around who were In lust for living flesh. But it remained so calm as if The hunt was done by old Dry hands for centuries. We stepped behind pursued By shade on top of skies As it was always in there. Searching for lore we came Too far and reached the realm Where no-one can help to get out. Quiet laughter of the deity Shook our hearts with primal stun. It raised one hand to stars above us, And waved the other across the pile of sand. Its empty eyeholes Have crashed the mental chains - And brought us to the gate: We go further, Since the hand of fate Hasn’t touched us yet Thus we have abandoned that realm: No life was in its endless turn. Far-floating stars have never made night warmer, Perception of the end brought sense to life.

The light’s showing up in the cloud The sea waves are calling your name, Our hands will pull silently out The arrows which seek for the flame. The longbows twanged like the harps. You were brave as the bear by all odds. The fire’s now raising its sparks. My friend, you will soon meet the gods. Reflections in your shining sword Will show them the eyes of your sons, That you raised as men of their word, Which is told by their hands, not their tongues. The farther we wander away, The longer her rivers will flow. Farewell, we shall meet once again, When the stars will become our home.

Time of contempt Approached us, Under the crowns of hoary pines. They came carrying frenetic Age in the banners of the Flames. Their swords and drunk eyes Looked so blunt, awaking primal wrath. Strike! They’re ready for final rest on wet moss. Strike! Tendons will cry for dead Falling on the injured earth. Where the trees guard us… Where the wolves bring death… Those who live short lives Should avoid these lands… Woods tell us: “Reclaim!”. Reclaim your past, your future From the hands of strangers. Time of contempt Will bring us To the days we dreamed so long. Time of contempt Will bring us To the days we dreamed so long.

"Less passionate the long war throws its burning thorn about all men, caught in one grief, we share one wound, and cry one dialect of pain. We have forgot who fired the house Whose easy mischief spilled first blood Under one raging roof we lie The fault no longer understood But as our twisted arms embrace the desert where our cities stood Death’s family likeness in each face must show at last our brotherhood" --- Lauree Lee What is left behind your back? Which roads you went to meet? What was ended by your hand? Whom you preferred to be? The end of the chapter is close. Abyss has grown from the seed. Gainfully breaking the oath They turned against brothers in greed. Flushed by the power and faith Insolently marching in lines They lust for the mass to obey And break any will to defy. Steel became harder to hide Drawing black into red. There was enough time to fight Now it is time to regret. What is held behind your back? Whose dagger is waiting for me? You and I will die today What soil you prefer to sleep in? Sorrow and hatred of wars Took all the feelings to haze. Some will give keys to their doors: Venality works in both ways. The end of the chapter is close. Abyss has grown from the seed. Gainfully breaking the oath They issued an order to bleed. Steel became harder to hide Drawing black into red. There was enough time to fight Now it is time to regret. My brother, I see rays of light Carrying us to forget. We both fought for lies. My brother, it’s time to regret.

Dagger carves the hidden way, Wood devotes itself to aim, Fires open gate of realm Under ward of sacred elm. Stone will make resistance fade, Cinder soils the hand with shade, Hear the shout of eyes turned black - Smoke will bring the echo back. Roots will open endless deep, Herbs will not allow to sleep, Bringing life to hearts of stone - Silver sword, it’s time to go: All of what we now belong Ended by the age we yearn. Dagger, wood and fire Desire us to let it burn. Dagger carves the hidden way, Wood devotes itself to aim, Fires open gate of realm, Under ward of sacred elm: We can hear the howling wind, Summoning the ancient bind, Talking of the world of men In the need for guard again. They bear monsters in the mist Not by essence of the beast. Wind will sing a farewell song My old friend, it’s time to go: All of what we now belong Ended by our finest job. Dagger, wood and fire Desire us to let it burn. Vibing strings can reach what lies beyond Leaving world of human sins. Bard will sing in final chapter’s verse: Something ends, Something begins. Dagger carves the hidden way, Wood devotes itself to aim, Fires open gate of realm Under ward of sacred elm: We can see the fields of time In the smoke of burning thyme, Voice will turn to shining wings Guiding to the hidden springs Door is calling us to come Asking us to look and learn - Time will tell its endless flow, Beloved witch, it’s time to go: All of what we now belong Ended by the age we yearn. Dagger, wood and fires Desire us to let it burn. Vibing strings can reach what lies beyond Leaving world of human sins. Bard will sing in final chapter’s verse: Something ends, Something begins.

I stood in the snowy pines’ view - It captured my eyes once again. The pathways bring always to you By whispers of wind in your hand. The farther we wander away, The longer your rivers will flow. We’ll meet when it’s over, someday - Under the clear skies of home. Heaven will wait While we walk our way, Through fire and stone We’ll reach our home. Endless ice you confined, Made your green eyes divine. Followed by bloody sand You shall find promised land. Heaven will wait While we walk our way, Through fire and stone We’ll reach our home.