What Once Was - The 31st of December 1993

 

AN ÅS IN THE DEEP WOODS

A hatch stood open,
a rider appeared.
A cold mist had lain
upon the field.
Nine black horses
and nine armed men.
An eye stared furiously
down from a flag.

Silence fell,
as the company stopped,
They stopped in a circle
around the stone.
Silently they rode towards it,
and disappear when they arrived
For stones were a thought
filled with power.

Stars on a sky,
that never fall down.
Lightning in a night
that lasts forever.
A thousand cold winters,
with only chill and hatred.
There is no summer
without winter.

In an old forest,
where trolls and gnomes wandered,
There was a stone
that moved and came to life.
Nine armed men,
on nine grey proud horses,
Bore a flag upon
which the eye appeared.

Each night is a new darkness.
Each winter I freeze,
And yet never shall I cry,
For proud I did ride times behind

Out of the deep forest

Written for Darkthrone by Greifi Grishnackh 31/12/1993

 

 

 

IN A HALL WITH PORK AND MEAD

In an old ash hung a nosecold man.
Under a black sky from where the rain poured down.
None went thither to cut the corpse down,
For no one could know whereat the hanging took place.

Lonely man he was when he went to Allfather's place,
he arrived clothed in a body armour to a marvellous, grim palace.
A thousand year had passed since last man went thither,
They cried in a gloomy happiness when at last a son there came.

North of the trolly cape was a place of mist far down.
Rows of Norse sons wandered thither north and nie.
None in lack of grave and none in lack of sons,
For they went by fire and pestilence there to the beds of the coldhouse.

Only few of the guardian's children came to the rich row of their father,
For cunning deceit bore most of them far down.
Yet one can hear the song each heathen old feast
Aye! still the feasts are held among the faithful sons of Od.

 Written for Darkthrone by Greifi Grishnackh 31/12/1993

 

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