Songs of the Eternal Oak
Years of prophecy Dreams or trueful stories. Might of ancestry behind Is it fabulous tale, or maybe just myth What we must sing About concern, about joy? What we must praise in our hymns Warriors' courage and valour, or firmness? Field is wide, we can't see edge The way is long, can't see it's end We can't find nightsky down, can't touch the stars. Gorgeous sunshine didn't prompt Bright crescent didn't advise And soothsayers were laid down Our memory turned, now it's all false Where are you gone, magicians Who instructed us of living Who can give us real knowledge What is worth to hymning.. Field is wide, we can't see edge The way is long, can't see it's end We can't find nightsky down, can't touch the stars. Memory of a nation. There are the songs of what we don't know There were the days of the great glory And were the days of the defeats Heroes and mongrels. There are the songs of what we don't know There were the days of the great glory And were the days of defeats Where are you gone, magicians. Where are you gone?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 22, 2025
I'm coming back in to bright lands From the past times sleeping in darkness "Stop your roaming", call the fathers Who keep the Time in bright lands Sunshine our land - dispersing the dark Restore the motion of the times Sunshine our land - filling with fire Faith of tribes in sunny lands Keeping a secret word in the stones Hiding decay of wills in the barrows Winds which rustle in crowns of trees Disturbing the Memory they will revive it. Sunshine our land - dispersing the dark Restore the motion of the times Sunshine our land - filling with fire Faith of tribes in sunny lands
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 22, 2025
Magic of flames, spirit of water Iron gods and mighty wizards Merged and forged to make other world Great new world, the world of steel Hammer and anvil, muscles and force Together they're making plough and swords All what is needed for life and death Our world is creating in Sledge hammer you strike stronger Steel you become form tempered To be the a blacksmith is as to be a priest You need to consort with the spirits Play 'em and guide and hold them in hands Great new world, the world of steel Magic of flames, spirit of water Iron gods and mighty wizards Merged and forged] to make other world Great new world, the world of steel Sledge hammer you strike stronger Steel you become form tempered
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 22, 2025
War is closed by us Warriors die nearby They defend their lands From those who trespassed Take your sword and bow and arrows Saddle a horse, put on a hauberk Forward! To the war to defend the land Where you live Where you grew up Where you sing your songs In bloody battle only spirit survive Body will decay forever Forever! Demolish your sword Send your arrows to foes Make them run away From the land where fathers lived This is a reason to die without fear Fight to the better end, you can't give up Redden you sword with enemy blood Don't spare yourself Don't lose your heart Don't lose your pure mind In bloody battle only spirit survive Body will decay forever Forever! Warriors are fighting and Forefathers aren't ashamed Your cause is just cause Don't fear to die for it Maybe you will never come back Your bones will be pull apart The corpse will vanish, but spirit will stay For you offspring To help them in life In life with proudly raised head.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 22, 2025
The songs are singing and the beer drinking We are feasting - we are pleasing the Gods Night is like days 'cause fires light it Joy is at faces and let fear become ashes Night is like day and here is our happiness Holiday of fathers and here is our gladness Tomorrow we will be at work again Now we're singing the songs, praising the gods chorus: Gorgeous sunshine brings us joy Bright sickle Moon is now with us Holiday of fathers is now with us Holiday of fathers is the holiday of ours We gathered here together To recollect our fathers The time of battles for now passed Let's chase away time of grief Our children are here with us Our ancestors are here with us chorus: Gorgeous sunshine brings us joy Bright sickle Moon is now with us Holiday of fathers is now with us Holiday of fathers is the holiday of ours
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 22, 2025
This track is instrumental.