Secrets of Nature
Wind is howling round Rocks on stony shores All on this green isle. The standing stones And ruins here An ancient call of lost souls. Feel the anthem of Stone Age history Safed up in these stones. The whispering of ancient folks The echo of their living. Hear the howling wind Bloming down from the hill. The clouds are running fast Up in the sky, and still I am wondering What would we understand If we were able To ever listen to this land. Hear the voices of Celtic warriors Taking over this place. Faint echoes of their battle cries Are buried in the wind. Such primeval scene Inundate my heart When I'm standing here. The stones remain All silently The wind just keeps on telling Feel the howling wind Touching your soul and skin. The clouds are running fast Up in the sky, and still I am wondering What would we understand If we were able To ever listen to this land. Howling, howling winds over this place! Storm clouds, storm clouds, over the circle! Lightning, lightning target the stone ring! Choir: Mystic currents flow round the circle, Faint glow, slight buzz, soft pulsing meadow
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Golden eagle Diving in the blue mountain sky Realm of a ruler Living on the mountain so high. Here in the heavens, Gliding along steep mountain sides. In this proud living Only pure freedom hides. Power! Is streaming out of the sky! You shiver from energy, Power runs through your veins, Opens your mind to the high! Feel it! A force runs from down the sky! Invisible golden beam Powers your body and Tickles your skin like a dream. Experience of such mighty And all heart-catching sight Will open up ways And channels to an unexplored height. Natural forces Made of a mystical kind. Recerencing powers Included in the deep of minds Power... Eagles are flying High above the steep mountain sides. Such a proud living Opens up a mind so wide. Within Blue mountain sky Gliding along The eagles won't die. All of this pride, All of this might, Just feel the flow of the.... Power...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Running, heading up the hills Howling, catch you soon, The wolves are running through the night, Run on your trail. Fire, running through their veins. Craving flood their minds. Midnight, I'm running Warm night, I'm hunting Moonlight, I'll see you Pale light, I'll catch you No hide, I'll get on you Bloodlust, I'm howling Trust me, I'm hunting Short way behind you This night I'll get you Warm blood, is calling me Dread is inside you Faint sounds, that warn you I feel, you panic I'm not Satanic Instinct runs in my veins Dark clouds start drifting Warm winds, arising Pale moons' blue cover Warm rain, my lover Red eyes catch sight of you Running, heading up the hills Howling, catch you soon, The wolves are running through the night, Run on your trail. Fire, running through their veins. Craving flood their minds. The wolves are howling in the dark, They hear you breathe. Hunting, running up the hills Craving, in their souls The wolves are running through the dark, Are on your trail Fever, running through their veins Howling, to the moon Their eyes are glowing in the dark, They catch your sight Bearing this lust All the time Bloodlust on them Drives them wild Hunting, running up the hills Craving, in their souls The wolves are running through the dark, They'll catch your heart Midnight, I'm running Warm night, I'm hunting Moonlight, I'll see you Pale light, I'll catch you No hide, I'll get on you Dark clouds start drifting Warm winds, arising Pale moons' blue cover Warm rain, my lover Red eyes catch sight of you
Forest in winter, A sleigh-ride through the snowy woods. The reindeers are running, They pull the sledge onward a mystic Pathway to Asgard, The home of northern gods and heroes Heaven to Vikings And all the other folks of Midgard Lead us to Asgard We'll find a way to overcome the gate, To overcome the bridge between the worlds Sliding through the snow, Snowflakes in your hair, The reindeers run along, Increasing speed is fair, Sparkling lights appear, Underneath our skids, The reindeers roll their eyes, A magic whip them hits, Lightning all around But without a sound The sky is ripped ahead And then we leave the ground The shiny rip reveals Bifrosts' mighty shape A rainbow-colored build From where there's no escape When the reindeers' hooves the firdt time Hit on the bridge A sound arises like bells made of ice A wall of fire explodes to the sky Asgard is calling... Bifrost's fiery wall Fight off giants' raid Odin's strong defense The toll with life is paid A magic shield around Our carriage It prevents us from The deadly fire edge We are breaking through Thgouh the fiery wall And ahead we see A stronghold's mighty halls And in front of it Stands the guardian A mighty warrior, And real tragedian Eternal guardian and keeper of Gjallar-horn The horn to blow for the final battle Due to our magic we slip through unseen Asgard is calling... At last arrived alive There lie the halls Glare in the silvery light Forest in winter, A sleigh-ride through the snowy woods. The reindeers are running, They pull the sledge onward a mystic Asgard is calling The home of northern gods and heroes Heaven to Vikings And all the other folks of Midgard Lead us to Asgard We'll find a way to overcome the gate, To reach and cross the bridge that leads to Asgard, it's calling....
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Die See, sie ruft nach mir Schon lange Zeit. Der Tag is gekommen, zu gehen Und ich bin endlich bereit. Die grauen Räume in mir, Sind verlassen und leer. Ich will sie nun fluten mit dir, Dir, dem tiefblauen Meer. Weite und Wellen und Himmel überall! Schaudernd vor Ehrfurcht steh ich im Bug. Ahnung von Ewigkeit left sich auf mein Herz. Ozean um Ozean, Zug um Zug. Es ist so still in mir, Hör nur die See. Ich hab'keinen Kampf mehr im Kopf, Frieden weht, küsst mich von Lee. Gewaltig, herrlich und frei, Wie die Gischt auf den Wellen. Gedanken, verwoben mit dir, Fluten aus heiligen Quellen. Weite und Wellen... Weite und Wellen...
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Elves and gnomes and Trolls and drawf's home Magic island Called Iceland The fireland Leprechauns and hobgoblins All around this place All inside these stones In this land of fire and ice Called iceland, the gate land The little people Of stormy Iceland The hidden folk of This magic island Are living inside Some rocks and hummocks Behind the cascade Under the hillocks Elves and gnomes... The pixies and the old imps Underneath these rocks Beyond the cascades, By the hot wells in iceland The fire land, the gate land Those nature spirits Are mostly friendly To all of those who Behave most kindly However, if one Dares to disturb them He will regret it And they will haunt 'em. Elves and gnomes... Only a few folks Can reall see them But in the dense fog You might just hear them Some silent whispering Around their places Will tell of their reign Throught the ages
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Deep in the woods lies a gladem Green and bright, wonderful, Gentle light, bleaks through leaves, Mellow shades, mask a shape, of a wild It's the dance of the satyr It's the dance of the satyr The dance of the satyr The dance of the satyr All around this fine glade, Moves his hooves, shaked his horns, To a tune, of a flute, Audibly, only to Creatures of other worlds Fast move his hips, Spins around, cross the glade, Prance in rut, bounce in heat, To the beat, of the tune, of a wild It's the dance of the satyr...
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
All-Mutter hör! Schenk die Tränen her! All des Lebens Kraft Nur der Regen schafft Baum, Mensch und Tier Neigen sich vor dir Schenk uns Lebenskraft Die dein Regen shafft Hör uns an! Oh hör uns an! Oh Tränen falle nieder! Regen Tränen fallen aus dem Himmel. Regen, Tränen voller Macht! Regen fällt auf unser Land Wir tanzen in des Himmels Tränenband Leben rinnt vom Firmament, Die Erde trinkt den Satf der Leben schenkt. Regen fällt auf unser Haupt Es is die Träne, die ans Leben glaubt. Regen stürz vom Firmament Die Tränen weihen alles, was Man kennt. All-Mutter hör! Treib uns Wolken her! Lass die Tränen los Tränk' der Erde Schoss Hör uns an! Oh Tränen fallet nieder! Wind wehe Stark! Fühl des Himmels arg! Tränen fallen bald Auf der erden Wald! Regen Tränen fallen aus dem Himmel. Regen, Tränen voller Macht! Regen fällt auf unser Land...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Bittida en morgon innan solen upprann Innan foglarna började sjunga Bergatrollet friade till fager ungersven Hon hade en falskeliger tunga Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Eder vill jag gifva de gångare tolf Som gå uti rosendelunde Aldrig har det varit någon sadel uppå dem Ej heller betsel uti munnen Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf Som stå mellan Tillö och Ternö Stenarna de äro af rödaste gull Och hjulen silfverbeslagna Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Eder vill jag gifva ett förgyllande svärd Som klingar utaf femton guldringar Och strida huru I strida vill Stridsplatsen skolen i väl vinna Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Eder vill jag gifva en skjorta så ny Den bästa I lysten att slita Inte är hon sömnad av nål eller trå Men virkat av silket det hvita Sådana gåfvor toge jag väl emot Om du vore en kristelig qvinna Men nu så är du det värsta bergatroll Af Neckens och djävulens stämma Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Bergatrollet ut på dörren sprang Hon rister och jämrar sig svåra Hade jag fått den fager ungersven Så hade jag mistat min plåga
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Wind is howling round Rocks on stony shores All on this green isle. The standing stones And ruins here An ancient call of lost souls. Feel the anthem of Stone Age history Safed up in these stones. The whispering of ancient folks The echo of their living. Hear the howling wind Bloming down from the hill. The clouds are running fast Up in the sky, and still I am wondering What would we understand If we were able To ever listen to this land. Hear the voices of Celtic warriors Taking over this place. Faint echoes of their battle cries Are buried in the wind. Such primeval scene Inundate my heart When I'm standing here. The stones remain All silently The wind just keeps on telling Feel the howling wind Touching your soul and skin. The clouds are running fast Up in the sky, and still I am wondering What would we understand If we were able To ever listen to this land. Howling, howling winds over this place! Storm clouds, storm clouds, over the circle! Lightning, lightning target the stone ring! Choir: Mystic currents flow round the circle, Faint glow, slight buzz, soft pulsing meadow
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
Golden eagle Diving in the blue mountain sky Realm of a ruler Living on the mountain so high. Here in the heavens, Gliding along steep mountain sides. In this proud living Only pure freedom hides. Power! Is streaming out of the sky! You shiver from energy, Power runs through your veins, Opens your mind to the high! Feel it! A force runs from down the sky! Invisible golden beam Powers your body and Tickles your skin like a dream. Experience of such mighty And all heart-catching sight Will open up ways And channels to an unexplored height. Natural forces Made of a mystical kind. Recerencing powers Included in the deep of minds Power... Eagles are flying High above the steep mountain sides. Such a proud living Opens up a mind so wide. Within Blue mountain sky Gliding along The eagles won't die. All of this pride, All of this might, Just feel the flow of the.... Power...
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Running, heading up the hills Howling, catch you soon, The wolves are running through the night, Run on your trail. Fire, running through their veins. Craving flood their minds. Midnight, I'm running Warm night, I'm hunting Moonlight, I'll see you Pale light, I'll catch you No hide, I'll get on you Bloodlust, I'm howling Trust me, I'm hunting Short way behind you This night I'll get you Warm blood, is calling me Dread is inside you Faint sounds, that warn you I feel, you panic I'm not Satanic Instinct runs in my veins Dark clouds start drifting Warm winds, arising Pale moons' blue cover Warm rain, my lover Red eyes catch sight of you Running, heading up the hills Howling, catch you soon, The wolves are running through the night, Run on your trail. Fire, running through their veins. Craving flood their minds. The wolves are howling in the dark, They hear you breathe. Hunting, running up the hills Craving, in their souls The wolves are running through the dark, Are on your trail Fever, running through their veins Howling, to the moon Their eyes are glowing in the dark, They catch your sight Bearing this lust All the time Bloodlust on them Drives them wild Hunting, running up the hills Craving, in their souls The wolves are running through the dark, They'll catch your heart Midnight, I'm running Warm night, I'm hunting Moonlight, I'll see you Pale light, I'll catch you No hide, I'll get on you Dark clouds start drifting Warm winds, arising Pale moons' blue cover Warm rain, my lover Red eyes catch sight of you
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Forest in winter, A sleigh-ride through the snowy woods. The reindeers are running, They pull the sledge onward a mystic Pathway to Asgard, The home of northern gods and heroes Heaven to Vikings And all the other folks of Midgard Lead us to Asgard We'll find a way to overcome the gate, To overcome the bridge between the worlds Sliding through the snow, Snowflakes in your hair, The reindeers run along, Increasing speed is fair, Sparkling lights appear, Underneath our skids, The reindeers roll their eyes, A magic whip them hits, Lightning all around But without a sound The sky is ripped ahead And then we leave the ground The shiny rip reveals Bifrosts' mighty shape A rainbow-colored build From where there's no escape When the reindeers' hooves the firdt time Hit on the bridge A sound arises like bells made of ice A wall of fire explodes to the sky Asgard is calling... Bifrost's fiery wall Fight off giants' raid Odin's strong defense The toll with life is paid A magic shield around Our carriage It prevents us from The deadly fire edge We are breaking through Thgouh the fiery wall And ahead we see A stronghold's mighty halls And in front of it Stands the guardian A mighty warrior, And real tragedian Eternal guardian and keeper of Gjallar-horn The horn to blow for the final battle Due to our magic we slip through unseen Asgard is calling... At last arrived alive There lie the halls Glare in the silvery light Forest in winter, A sleigh-ride through the snowy woods. The reindeers are running, They pull the sledge onward a mystic Asgard is calling The home of northern gods and heroes Heaven to Vikings And all the other folks of Midgard Lead us to Asgard We'll find a way to overcome the gate, To reach and cross the bridge that leads to Asgard, it's calling....
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Die See, sie ruft nach mir Schon lange Zeit. Der Tag is gekommen, zu gehen Und ich bin endlich bereit. Die grauen Räume in mir, Sind verlassen und leer. Ich will sie nun fluten mit dir, Dir, dem tiefblauen Meer. Weite und Wellen und Himmel überall! Schaudernd vor Ehrfurcht steh ich im Bug. Ahnung von Ewigkeit left sich auf mein Herz. Ozean um Ozean, Zug um Zug. Es ist so still in mir, Hör nur die See. Ich hab'keinen Kampf mehr im Kopf, Frieden weht, küsst mich von Lee. Gewaltig, herrlich und frei, Wie die Gischt auf den Wellen. Gedanken, verwoben mit dir, Fluten aus heiligen Quellen. Weite und Wellen... Weite und Wellen...
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Elves and gnomes and Trolls and drawf's home Magic island Called Iceland The fireland Leprechauns and hobgoblins All around this place All inside these stones In this land of fire and ice Called iceland, the gate land The little people Of stormy Iceland The hidden folk of This magic island Are living inside Some rocks and hummocks Behind the cascade Under the hillocks Elves and gnomes... The pixies and the old imps Underneath these rocks Beyond the cascades, By the hot wells in iceland The fire land, the gate land Those nature spirits Are mostly friendly To all of those who Behave most kindly However, if one Dares to disturb them He will regret it And they will haunt 'em. Elves and gnomes... Only a few folks Can reall see them But in the dense fog You might just hear them Some silent whispering Around their places Will tell of their reign Throught the ages
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Deep in the woods lies a gladem Green and bright, wonderful, Gentle light, bleaks through leaves, Mellow shades, mask a shape, of a wild It's the dance of the satyr It's the dance of the satyr The dance of the satyr The dance of the satyr All around this fine glade, Moves his hooves, shaked his horns, To a tune, of a flute, Audibly, only to Creatures of other worlds Fast move his hips, Spins around, cross the glade, Prance in rut, bounce in heat, To the beat, of the tune, of a wild It's the dance of the satyr...
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
All-Mutter hör! Schenk die Tränen her! All des Lebens Kraft Nur der Regen schafft Baum, Mensch und Tier Neigen sich vor dir Schenk uns Lebenskraft Die dein Regen shafft Hör uns an! Oh hör uns an! Oh Tränen falle nieder! Regen Tränen fallen aus dem Himmel. Regen, Tränen voller Macht! Regen fällt auf unser Land Wir tanzen in des Himmels Tränenband Leben rinnt vom Firmament, Die Erde trinkt den Satf der Leben schenkt. Regen fällt auf unser Haupt Es is die Träne, die ans Leben glaubt. Regen stürz vom Firmament Die Tränen weihen alles, was Man kennt. All-Mutter hör! Treib uns Wolken her! Lass die Tränen los Tränk' der Erde Schoss Hör uns an! Oh Tränen fallet nieder! Wind wehe Stark! Fühl des Himmels arg! Tränen fallen bald Auf der erden Wald! Regen Tränen fallen aus dem Himmel. Regen, Tränen voller Macht! Regen fällt auf unser Land...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Bittida en morgon innan solen upprann Innan foglarna började sjunga Bergatrollet friade till fager ungersven Hon hade en falskeliger tunga Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Eder vill jag gifva de gångare tolf Som gå uti rosendelunde Aldrig har det varit någon sadel uppå dem Ej heller betsel uti munnen Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf Som stå mellan Tillö och Ternö Stenarna de äro af rödaste gull Och hjulen silfverbeslagna Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Eder vill jag gifva ett förgyllande svärd Som klingar utaf femton guldringar Och strida huru I strida vill Stridsplatsen skolen i väl vinna Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Eder vill jag gifva en skjorta så ny Den bästa I lysten att slita Inte är hon sömnad av nål eller trå Men virkat av silket det hvita Sådana gåfvor toge jag väl emot Om du vore en kristelig qvinna Men nu så är du det värsta bergatroll Af Neckens och djävulens stämma Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig För det jag bjuder så gerna I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej Om i viljen eller ej: Bergatrollet ut på dörren sprang Hon rister och jämrar sig svåra Hade jag fått den fager ungersven Så hade jag mistat min plåga
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025