Vinterns frsta sn faller mot min hand,
blickar upp mot himmel gr,
mnget mnvarv har drivit bi.
En lng vntan p isens
tid,
knner skogens andedrkt,
en andning fylld av urkraft.
Korpen mig kallar, fr att visa vg,
till mitt des hall.
Ett
farvl, ett lfte i blod,
att ter ses nr isen bryter upp.
Brjar min resa mot girs hall,
en sista blick mot min viloplats.
I
nedan str tiden still,
i ovan r djupet svart,
i ster blir du bunden av kval.
I vster str porten tung,
i sder dr blir du
blind,
i norr finner du svar.
Land mter hav, natt mter dag.
Is mter jord, frgor mter svar.
Stjrnors sken faller p
is,
speglar den svarta ytan.
Lmnar den sntckta strandens kant,
dr hav mter jord frusen mark.
Bortom den rrade spegeln i
fjrran,
kallar min fjttrade sjlabror.
ver girs frusna hall,
br min vg fr att bli hel.
Nio r vgorna,
nio r
synerna,
nio r ntternas kval,
nio r smrtorna,
nio r offren,
nio r livets tal.
Mrk r natten trots stjrnors sken,
tung
och trtt i sinne och kropp.
Vinden driver ver isen, s bitter och kall.
Minnen driver till ytan, glmda dagar.
En smrta
frstenar min kropp.
Natten lyser upp i ett frblindande sken,
faller p kn, rsters dn
Ansikten frvridna i underliga
grin;
skepnader rusar frbi.
Drmlika gestalter med vingar av blod
dansar ver marken.
Svrdsng och hornlt,
hovtramp och
djurvrl,
galder och runsng,
blot och offer till Grimner.
Vargagrin och bjrnram,
en brsrks raseri.
Skugglika sjlar med
blnad eld,
grben frlst i mnens sken
Svrdsng och hornlt,
hovtramp och djurvrl,
galder och runsng,
blot och offer till
Grimner.
Land mter hav, natt mter dag.
Is mter jord, frgor mter svar.
Knner vinterns andedrkt,
en andning fylld av
urkraft.
Korpen mig kallar,
fr att visa vg till mitt des hall.
Fragment av svar givna i syn,
otydliga i sin klarhet
ter tillbaks i nattens kyla,
blndad av bilderna.
En glimt av vad som komma skall,
eller forna minnen frn havets
djup?
Tankarna vandra, svrt att se.
Fler frgor utan svar
Utan svar
[Translate to English:]
The first snow of
winter falls to my hand. Gazing up at the grey sky. Many moons have passed. Long anticipation for the time of ice. Feeling the breath of
the forest. Breathing filled with ancient power. The raven calls me to show me the way to the halls of my fate.
A farewell, a
promise in blood. To meet once again when the ice breaks up. Beginning the journey to the halls of Aegir. One last look at my resting
place.
Down below time stands still. Up above the depths are black. In the East you will be bound... by agony. In the West the gate
stands heavy. In the South you will be blinded. In the North you will find answers.
Land meets the sea, night meets the day. Ice
meets earth, questions meet answers. The glow of stars falls on ice, reflects the black surface. Leaves the snow covered rim of the shore.
Where ocean meets earth, frozen ground.
Beyond the scarred mirror in the distance. My shackled soul brother calls me. Over the
frozen halls of Aegir. Leads the path to my being whole...
Nine are the waves, nine are the visions, nine are the sufferings of the
nights, nine are the pains, nine are the victims, nine is the number of life.
Dark is the night in spite of the light of stars.
Heavy and tired soul and body. The wind chases over the ice. So bitter and cold.
Memories surface, forgotten days. A pain petrifies
my body. The night is illuminated with a blinding light. Falling to my knees, the din of voices.
Faces twisted in strange grimaces.
Shapes run past. Dreamlike figures with wings of blood. Dance across the ground.
Sword song and horn sound. Tramping of hooves and
animal roaring. Incantations and rune song. Sacrifice and offerings unto Grimnir.
Wolf grin and bear's paw. The fury of a Berserk.
Shadowlike souls with fire turned blue. The Wolf let loose in the light of the moon...
Sword song and horn sound. Tramping of
hooves and animal roaring. Incantations and rune song. Sacrifice and offerings unto Grimnir.
Land meets the sea. Night meets the
day. Ice meets earth. Questions meet answers.
Fragments of answers come into view. Obscure in their clarity... Back again to the
chill of the night. Blinded by the images.
A flash of what shall come to pass. Or ancient memoreis from the depths of the sea. My
thoughts wander, hard to see. Yet more questions without answers.
