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Northern Aurora
Rise mighty soul of woods so far away
I lost and i wander a night till a day
Sunlight glimmers on creaking treetops
Born in a mist from roots weave a legend.
Northen aurora above the trees
Ghosts came through the sky
This forest is for those who dwell
In the darkest night.
Witchcraft of the distant swamps
Runes spread out on ground
In untrodden land we are
Lost and never found
I cast a spell and i fly with a wind
Never undestand their sins
World that exists away from wood
Disappears in the eyes of a wolf.
Shadows dying beneath the roots
Their foggy hands
Are trying to release a spirit
that never rests.
I draw arcane sigils on the trees
And listen to the wind
It chants those who long ago
Gone to the woods.
I saw the a man who hanged himself
And those who were buried
Then thicket took them all to the places never found.
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Power of the North
In the stars i saw a way lying in the northern sky
When i cry leafs fly away, day's turning to the night
The essence of an accurst rain coming down to earth
The spell of evil hex is done no reason to berirth.
I awaken in the deepest scars of a border fjords
I look around in this mountain ground high above the clouds
In the misty wind i hear her voice screaming her triumph
But in my hand i hold an axe, iron power on the North.
To the Odin i raise my hands
There is no place to the graveyard worms
Give me wisdom to stay unbroken
Give me Power of the North.
I've put all the power in dividing blow
To slay the child of the night
Vegvisir show me the way
To arise like the Vallhalla's light.
Feel the northern magic
All yor deeds are vain
for those who came unbidden
My axe says go away!
I appeal to the ancestors
To banish the conjured force
It's time to show my enemies
The Power on the North.
Thor, the mighty God i know you hear my silent cry
I promise that i'll find a way by every little sign.
For one who was born by norhern sky no reason to live in fear
My only question is why life gives so many tears.
To feel alive.
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Runescript of Darkness
Runescript of darkness has been hidden in scroll
It was forgoten from long long ago
Outlines of shadows in the forest of decay
Prophesy about the end of a days.
Leisurely death shows that embrace
Ghostly hands will rise from the graves
He makes conjuration of creatures to fall
Signs on the ground hail them all.
Sanctuary has been cursed
Runes painted by the blood
Chosen one sacrificed on altar
Sing a funeral demonic monk.
The forses from outside scraping the sphere
Protection is close to be cracked like a stick
Voices in his mind has come from nowhere
Blood's flowing out from his body by a creek.
He continues to call upon the souls of the dead.
Slumbering wind's twisting around his neck
Warlock is close to be hanged by a wind,
His past and future has been ruined.
And he fell on his knees
Tried to swallow the breath
For every spell he must pay
he'll not survive till the day.
Miracles after midnight
Into the sky he gaze and cry
But he will die for all of his magic
And all the tears can't save his life.
He screams in agony till the end of a days
Runescript of darkness shows that embrace
Conjuration was paid and cracked the altar
Warlock disappears in a gloomy scar.
Fear inhales him to the infernal worlds
He'll become a puppet in a hand of a void
Burial ground disgorging his bones
Ritual place is sinking in thorns.
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Frozen Land
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Frozen Land
One man saw a sign, another gone to cry
Third man began to wait a perfect light and day.
The others gone so far through a mountain range
The Winter turned them all into ice.
Wherever light brings that faults
She here the only north calls
The sacramental of a snow
Put to rest them all.
Above a crystal lake falls frosen tears of rain
Far peals of fallen clumps shakes a tinkling air
it seems that stars in the night came closer to the ground
Ice bound eternity, unknown mistery.
Wherever light brings that faults
She here the only north calls
The sacramental of a snow
Put to rest them all.
Hear the song of this winter
She is a queen of this distant lands
Sons of a northern power
Here we are and here we stand.
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Dark Ritual (Lonely Universe)
He puts sun stone on forgotten altar,
He sprinkled a blood with an oaken ash
The point is a star, the line is a scar
On his hand to dark cosmic depths.
Void devours his body and mind
He'll not be a human any more
But unprepared soul lost all inside
He gone to most far spaces of galaxies.
Dark Ritual for those who were cursed
Dark Ritual for all Universe
Lost planets and memories drown in them cry
Lonely worlds search for a life
Every moment explains a lie,
Lost mind forever. Die!
When he returned, he fell on the ground
The last what he saw was a northern aurora
In a dark magic is a rule of a wounds
Power that was taken must be returned.
We see reflections of our dreams in the sky
We feel the darkness somwhere in our minds
Cause all the magic is a cosmic dust
In quest through foreverever we are lost.
Dark Ritual for those who were cursed.
Dark Ritual for all Universe.
Lost planets and memories drown in them cry
Lonely worlds search for a life
Every moment explains a lie
Lost mind forever. Die!
Dark Ritual The point is a star.
Dark Ritual the line is a scar.
No matter how far you go through a space
Outer worlds filled with void
No worlds for us, nowhere to take a breath
The Universe is only for our death.
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