Folkearth

In the days of yore The royal hunt was on: As Gediminas set forth; In the holy woods Of old Sventaragis He laid down to rest Beneath an ancient oak And dreamt as only dream The men who would be kings! He saw the iron wolf Rise monstrous on the hill:

One darksome raven riding the Northern wind One black crown to wake the Aesir And underneath the waning winter moon The wind swept cedar forest stirs Where darksome ravens dwell There in the ancient glade Where royal eagles soar There in the storming

He who alone faces thousands, He who stands when all kneel, He who walks where few dare, He whose voice speaks the truth... Is a true man of honor, A spirit unbowed; And in his chest is a'pounding A warrior's heart! He who holds virtue sacred, He who

When the Moon still was young and the mountains were tall In the realm of the Tuatha De Danann, My delight was the sound of the hammer and forge Shaping bronze into weapons of war. When the Heroes of Dawn put the ginats to the sword Strong was Cuchul

Lift up your swords Drive off the enemy! Take arms Protect our homes! This sacred land is forever ours, Inheritance of the legendary Viking gods. This stretch of frozen forest and beyond Hov. as far as the eyes can see, are the birthplace of our holy

In the lands where winter is king, Where deep forests primeval still Crown brooding mountain-peaks, There reign as lords the sons of the North! The Viking blood is strong in them, They descend from a race feared by men - Their Drakkars are seen ploug

Odin's two ravens are on the wing - See them soaring o'er the battlefield: Their deep, dark eyesare fixed On the honored dead that lie thereon Ravens on the wing - With coarse voices sing An epitaph of glorious deeds Of the fallen Vikings! Spreading

En sommarnatt Varmen ligger tat Sover och latt bedovar Men Harald, han Sover inte sott Nagot hans somn berovar Flickan brevid Hon var natt och grann Fager som manens strimma Harald nervos Vagar inte be Om dansen i nattens timma Dansen i nattens timma

Great God of the storm, Ruler of the skies above, Mighty ever-warrior Thor Thy name we call Descend to Midgard Great God of the gloom, We summon you! Rhyming with thunder, chanter the holy Galder! Modi, Thruder, Magni - Thor! Master of the tempest, l

Child of atrocity - Progeny of Hel Son of maiden fell; Bound in dwarven chain Helpless roar in rage! Time for stars to fall Ragnark's inaugural call! Odin holds the prophecy scroll. Release the beast! Fimbul winter comes Fires dying fast! Wolf-song r

Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne...we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella Sworn to revenge--the Persians'

O mighty war Gods, mist-breathing doorkeepers of the Otherworld--Hearken now my last words Into battle I must, the fray I shall embrace and with sword of bronze I will fight our enemies! Come with us--fight steadfast Rivers run red with blood! Freedo

No paler a star than Luna herself Arose beside Venus when night settled in; The eye of the heavens o'er Hastings beholds The Norman and the Saxon lying side by side, Drenched in red blood, still clinging to their swords, They fought for the dominion

Charles Martel, the day will come again I'll see you lead the cavalry to charge! Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve You dyed Malmedy blood-red! Tours recall the glory of your hosts Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings! The crescent moo

Summer's breeze blowing through their mane Wild horses of the purest breed! Ride! Onward to battle, onwards like the wind Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail! Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins Foam in the mouth, A' glistening the eye... Blo

Come my love, we'll leave this here land- I'll take you far by paths no mortal knows In an emerald garden, under new-born stars And there my love we could be as once before... I'll make you a gown of lilies and pearls To wear on the day we exchange v

Many roads we have traveled, Many skies we have seen: Only to the stars we have yet to be, There, where our hearts will forever beat! Homecoming sweet will be: Having braved the endless seas To see the green of Uppsala's hills, Homeward bound I be! B