1. |
Dauðvána
00:59
|
|||
2. |
||||
May my call be heard
May my words resonate
From shallow undercroft
To deepest barrow
So that no wizened ear may misinterpret
My necromantic invocation
Draugar! Haugbúar!
Rise as corporeal ghosts
Wielding weapons laden with rust
To impale the hearts of men
Strike fear into the realm of the living
Draugar! Haugbúar!
Straddle the rooftops
With malicious glee
And with bestial intent
May the dead roam free
Resurface from obscurity
Exact your revenge
May your sinister laughter
Freeze the blood in their veins
Benighted!
Spew miasmal carnage upon their crops
May your venom seethe this mortal coil
Tonight the past comes alive
What they thought buried
By dust and time immemorial
Now stands before them
Like a nightmare they sought to forget
Only true believers of the old faith
Stand a chance against the coming storm
Draugar! Haugbúar!
Rise as corporeal ghosts
And devour all that live and breathe!
Benighted!
May the flowers of youth wither in your wake
Yours to claim is a kingdom of death
|
||||
3. |
Holocaust Winter
04:18
|
|||
The blackest Night is here
From the darkest North we come
Savage lunatics at the old left path
Keepers of cult and custom
Besetting, afflicting from deepest Hell
An endless scourge from the hateful Dead
As shadows of the Witch
We will haunt you
Do we get no ale or mead
We'll make your livestock bleed
The maidens young, they dance with glee
Stay well, my pale old steed
Do we get no sacrifice
Then we’ll cut off all your throats
The maidens young they dance and sing
'Til they bleed in ecstasy
Beware you traitor fucking cunt
Beware the stalkers of the longest night
The sinister night of long knives
Holocaust Winter!
Besetting, afflicting from deepest Hel
As shadows of the Witch
We will haunt you
Do we get no mead or ale
We'll make your kindred ail
The maidens young, they frolick still
Stay well and heed our will
Do we get no sacrifice
Then we’ll feed on your entrails
The maidens young they dance and sing
'Til they bleed in ecstasy
We’re the ghost riders in the sky
Let us drink more, O ́ so much more
Before the harp starts going
Beware you traitor fucking cunt
Beware the stalkers of the longest night
The sinister night of long knives
Holocaust Winter!
|
||||
4. |
The Fiddler
06:17
|
|||
Dance! Dance, my lovelies!
Withershins, to and fro
Dance! Dance, my thralls!
Let joyous sin overtake you
The celebration was raging
Out in the barn
The women were lustful
And the men were frothing at their mouths
The mead was flowing
And spirits were high
Little did they expect
That all of their deaths were nigh
A goat-footed fiddler
Hieratically clothed
Trod across the threshold
No iron to keep him out
As he began playing
No one could resist
They all started dancing
Ensnared by Satan's fist
They danced like madmen
Overcome by the light of the moon
His tunes were not of this world
And would not cease any time soon
They danced like possessed
As if the ground was ablaze
Burning with hellfire
Dancing in a rabid craze
Dance! Dance, little devils!
Under my spell, at my command
As night went on
The dancing grew more intense
Their feet began blistering
Their bones started to ache
The fiddler decided
It was time to leave
By the snap of his fingers
They followed him towards the creek
Down, down
Follow the tune of the fiddler
Down, down
Follow me into the cold, dark waters
Down, down
Dance in my devilish wake
Down, down
Down into hell
Dance! Dance, my pretties
Dance 'til your feet are rent
As they arrived at the creek
A young girl awoke from the trance
She tried to break the circle
But the fiddler caught her glance
She cried out for Jesus Christ:
”Forgive me, let me repent!”
But the fiddler had taken his hold
And into the creek they went
As water entered their lungs
They finally knew
That if you dance with the Devil
The Devil dances with you
|
||||
5. |
||||
Under shadows of fir and pine
Unaffected by modernity's yoke
The old man hearkens the thundering hooves
As the Yuletide hunters soar across the night sky
Blood runs from the Hörgr
This is a night for sacrifice
Blood runs from the Hörgr
To mix with the soil below
Blood runs from the Hörgr
As spears rattle deep underground
These stones are reddened
With the blood of millennia past
From those who fell prey
To Geatish wolves
Adherents of the old Germanic virtue
”A shrine of stones he raised
And now to glass the rock has grown”
Oft with the blood of men it was red
In the Gods of old he did trust
Blood runs from the Hörgr
This is a night for sacrifice
Blood runs from the Hörgr
To mix with the soil below
Blood runs from the Hörgr
As spears rattle deep underground
Blood runs from the Hörgr
Blood runs from the Hörgr
Blood runs from the Hörgr
Blood runs from the Hörgr
|
Hersir Gothenburg, Sweden
Haugbúi ~ Vocals
Vindkall ~ guitars, bass, drums, synth, backing vocals
Víga ~ guitars
Streaming and Download help
If you like Hersir, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp