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When profit shows his face
our sense of clarity is washed away.
Spinning round the axle of greed,
don't let the economy stagnate
for it's our creed.

I turn my head away in shame
as you crave for more,

Many men are sent on a quest for the crown
Searching all corners of the great land.
The minstrel tries to sing as before,
But the jester he laughs no more.

Many men are sent on a mission of hope
Asking fortune-tellers and the wise men
Where the royal crown is to be found,

We dwell in a time of
neither night nor day.
It's like an ever-eve
of a gloaming light.
Our robes have gone grey
as we sailed to mortal shore.
The journey felt so short
to the gates of evermore.

Paved was his road with the golden bricks
To the glory and the fame.
Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low.
Promises of future lies shattered like broken glass.

Lonely and crippled roaming in
Gutters like a shadow of his past.
Reminiscing along nostalgia's lane.

Many men are sent on a quest for the crown
searching all corners of the great land.
The minstrel tries to sing as before
but the jester he laughs no more
Many men are sent on a mission of hope
asking fortune-tellers and the wise men
where the royal crown is to be found,
promissing rewards in silver, gold and pounds

Early Morning
It's cold and the snow is whirling
Like a warning, a promising fate
But the king rests in peace on his sled
Hooves are pounding
So many thoughts in his head
All around him
What if he knows

There are too many stones
and life is just made of glass.
Mark the words of the fool
he will tell you the truth, oh so cruel.

You say and I will believe
although I stumble and fall.
Deceived by my own eyes.

Behind the veil of destiny
The path might turn in sudden twists of irony.
Night turns to day, dark turns to light.
End to the beginning on the other side of right.

Wielder of steel, tier of ropes.
The hooded slayer without shame and without hope.
Sentenced to death but slipped away

You grasped a pot of gold,
now it looks like led.
On your path of hunger
the gold lies still ahead.

At the end of the rainbow
another rainbow starts.

Hold the sceptre to the sky,
hold it high to be cleansed.
Climb the ancient stone,
you child of innocence.

Take the sceptre
you who didn't crave it,
reach to the heaven

Gaze into nature's eyes
is there spite, is there greed?
Face your fellow man,
realize he's of evil breed.
We ought to be afraid of ourselves.

You must not live in fear
for the child of the wild.

Grasp your sword so blindly,
Time is in for holy war.
In the sign of a fairy tale
You sacrifice your precious life.

Yield to the nonsense, yield to the dogmatic scheme.
Kneel down embrace it, indoctrination supreme.

På bergets topp i uvgestalt stå Omma.
En ruvare i mystick form av visheten i dess värld.
Vid berfets fot i skepnad grå stå Omma.
En väktare i skuggorna, herdinnan av släckta liv.

Se hon dansar med älvorna
i skogen och på ängarna.
Varken kvinna eller uv,

It's the darkened years,
Superstition's flying high.
There is pain, there is fear
In the poverty's sigh.
Preachers on a frightening spree,
Of demons and hell's fire.
Warnings of the devil's decree
In all sinful desires.

I will not scream out in anger
won't play this game forever.
Make up your mind or I will take control.
Why can't we end this nightmare.
If that's your way take your share,
leave this now or I will loose my mind.

I will not scream in the night.

Maria går på vägen som leder in till byn.
Hon sjunger och hon skrattar åt lärkorna i skyn.
Hon är på väg till torget för att sälja lite bröd,
Och solen stiger, varm och stor, och färgar himlen röd.

Då möter hon en herre på (en) häst med yvig man.
Han säger: "Jag är kungens man. Så(m) (jag) tar vad jag vill ha.
Och du är alltför vacker för att inte ha nå_n man;

Listen to me children and I will fill your ears
With all the sweet things you love to hear.
If you are scared of death, here's eternal life.
If you're down and all alone,
I'll show you a paradise, for you to rejoice.
I'm your wishing well, I'm your only choice.

Refrain:

Riding throguh the echoes of the past
while the hooves pound the ground
Looking through the mist of the night
in the dim and covering light of the moon

Pale cold moon be my guide
through this forest of the dawn
Enchanted wolves lead the way

Far down the path of firelight dreams
in the blue-spun twilight hours.
Along the lane of winding and silk
towards the winged and sacred bowers.

Alone and aloof
in a fairyland fanfare
where the warrior child

The memory lingers on of the arrival of dawn.
They saw the beacon aflame,
Burning with sorrow for the lives that would be lost.
And the troops went ashore,
Sounds of drums filled the air.
Towards the city they marched.

Called all the young ones, called the old.

The four hooves echo in the night.
Pictures of deepest fear reflect in your eyes,
like a fire in your soul.
Burst through the forest of the wild.
The full moon beholds from its starlit sky,
this journey without goal.

The hunt twists and turns,

En fager ung mö bär på älskogens skam
Ty åt syndernas frukter man aldrig glädjas kan.
En höst kväll så rå efter lönndom och mord
Hon ett barnlik begravde uti ovigd jord.

En dag blev hon vigd, uppå logen stod fest
Efter gästerna lyssnat till sin sockenpräst.
En fela I dur, uti dans bruden förs

Nu faller dagg och nu stiger sol
Men det kan du inte höra
Du ligger utan blus och kjol
Med läpparna mot mitt öra
Tala nu allvar ber du bestämt
Du skrattar visor, du sjunger skämt
Du kan men vill inte göra
En sång om lyckan den sköra

Fly away my homeward mind
Out from darkness and touch the sky
Chained and restless, yet flying high
On wings of joy leaving my fate behind

I feel the silence, I feel the dawn
Coming closer for every breath I take
I hear my maker calling my name all day

Behind the dark walls
dark secrets hide in the shadows
An coil presence
in the fortress of light
Darkness is falling
as the spirit iof god slips away
You're a sinner by night
and a holy saint by day

Konungen fjärran till Ryninge for.
När fågelen sjunger i skogen.
Kvar där hemma blev syster och bror.
Mig väcker en stolts jungfruga.

"Liten Kerstin kan jag få kär vilje med dig?"
När fågelen sjunger i skogen.
"Nej ty det faller svåra synder därvid."

Hör vindar som vill fly
Se korpen i himmel av bly
Det är frosten som nalkas
Var björk och lind är nu kal
I skogsråets grånande sal
Det är frosten som nalkas

Mot hårda tider det bär

Hor vindar som vill fly
Se korpen i himmel av bly
Det ar frosten som nalkas
Var bjork och lind ar nu kal
I skogsraets granande sal
Det ar frosten som nalkas

Mot harda tider det bar

Once upon a time
there was a restless king in charge.
What could he contribute
to write some history?
Gold he had plenty of
but plenty could be more
so onwards he marched
on reasons quite obscure.

From the western realm they marched
Through thunder, storm and rain
On a mission to quell the snakes.

[King Haakon:]
-You will search every hole
And turn every stick and stone.
Bring them out to light.

Live your dream and live it well.
Soon comes the night
and you will dream in hell.
Build a tower to the sky.
Take on the powers
not meant for you and I.

Can you walk on the water? NO!

I can not stand your lovin'
I got to go,
go and find myself some peace.
Go bitch on someone else
I'll take no more,
no more frustration to the core.

I refuse to stand by you

I'm a long and lonesome wanderer.
I walk you through the night.
Lurking in the shadows, waiting for a bite.
You don't know who I am,
but I'm nasty and obscene.
I'll take you life cut your throat,
fulfilling all my dreams.

Kristallen den fina som solen månd skina,
som stjärnorna blänka i skyn.
Jag vet en flicka i dygden den fina,
en flicka i denna byn.
Min vän, min vän och älskogsblomma!
Ack, om vi kunde tillsammans komma
och jag vore vännen din
och du allra kärestan min!

For the moon and the sun
and for the winds I've sung,
hear how the lovely tones dance
upon my tongue.
I've gazed upon the Orion
for oh so many nights,
astounded by the beauty of the dark
and sparkling sky.

Forgotten and concealed
are the tales of old.
Yet the spirits of the field
I do behold.
A mist-like shape reveals
the fiddler in his prime,
it's an act through the time.

We dwell in a time of
Neither night nor day
It's like an ever-eve
Of a gloaming light
Our robes have gone grey
As we sailed to mortal shore
The journey felt so short
To the gates of evermore

Where the winds sing
the laments of times long gone
Where the elves dance
their dances of solitude
Hearken to the mountain
can you hear the echoes
of the hammer's beat
from deep within the shadows?

Where the winds sing
The laments of times long gone
Where the elves dance
Their dances of solitude
Hearken to the mountain
Can you hear the echoes?
Of the hammer's beat
From deep within the shadows?

Heading into the battle
Against inferior foe.
Early morning's sea lies so silent and clear.
Let them feel a broadside
From our three decker of pride.
Let the enemy fleet shatter for the wind.

The Man of the Hour

I travel over high mountains
through deep valleys and forests
Crossing great rivers
in search of knowledge of the gods
from far beyond place and time
I hear a whispering wind,
it teels me to strive on
through the horizon of my thoughts

[Birger:]
Step inside and join us tonight.
Don't stand in the cold like strangers.

[Erik:]
Thank you brother, we kindly accept.
Let us feast tonight to the grace of God

Millions of fears are howling loud.
The tarn of tears is running out,
you reside to far away.
East and west and down below.
It's easier to let it go,
not always bothered by the truth.

Darkened sky on middle day.

Northwind embrace me as I face the horizon.
Carry me safe ashore as you did my brethren of yore.

Over rivers and seas
Cross valleys and heaths,
To the edge of the world and back our journey did lead.
Father up in the sky
Let the ravens fly,

O tysta ensamhet,
Var skall jag nöjen finna?
Bland sorg som ingen vet,
Skall mina dar försvinna.
En börda tung som sten
Mig möter vart jag går.
Bland tusen finns knappt en,
Som kärlek rätt förstår.

Dweller of the Sombre Lanes,
Crow of the gutter and grime.
Striving through the dark for gain,
Up to the gallows you climb.
Through your most stagnant life
The rusty blade leads the way.
Rags and a muddy cloak
Is but your sole array.

Per Tyrssons döttrar i Vänge.
Kaller var deras skog.
De sovo en sömn för länge.
Medan skogen han lövas.

Först vaknad den yngsta,
Kaller var deras skog.
Sa väckte hon upp de andra

Hold the cross up high into the sky
far above your head
in sacred decadence.
In pride and honour
you wear the crucifix
as a shield towards
the bitter consequence.

[Erik:]
– I hope the future guides you well
Through archways paved in gold.
I hope tomorrow leads you right.
(To the gates of heaven!!)
Count on me to stand by your side
in storms as well as sunshine.
Count on me to hail your name.

I sit here by your side
and weep you goodbye,
I'm singing songs of sorrow for you
true gentle rose of mine.
Upon my arm I've tied a ribbon in black
although I know too well that this
will not ever bring you back.

Kick your roots, break the bonds.
When you get some, you need some more.
Our credence made you strong
while your honesty's weaker than before.

Trample down their dreams
to feed your own.
The glory of your fortune,

Cry cry, cry your eyes out.
You'll get no pity out of me.
Try try, to lie your way out.
It will not fool me you'll see.

You alone have picked the game,
There is no one else to blame.

[The Queen:]
-There you finally are, sister of the winds
And mother of my future deeds.
I'm in a battle I yet can't win,
So help me and tell me what you need.

[The Witch:]
-Let's hear what burdens your royal heart bears,

Ridom, ridom, ridom över sanden
Solen sjunker bortom Arnafel.
Mörkret breder skuggor över sanden,
Spöken kommer fram när det blir kväll.
Herren leder gångarn min
ännu är det långt till gård och grind

Räven tjuter, tjuter bakom kullen.

Ridom ridom ridom över sanden
Solen sjunker bortom Arnar fjäll
Mörkret breder skuggor över sanden
Spöken kommer fram när det blir kväll

Herren leder gångaren min
Ännu är det långt till gård och grind
Herren leder gångaren min

By the rail he stands
on black waves he rides
The tomorrow belongs to him
and the queen by his side
Do not fear the storm
master the oaken galley
and be brave at heart
for your king and country

Reaper and the hangman
together hand in hand.
Their hungry eyes are prowling
across this our virgin land.

Monger and the black sheep
bonded in heresy.

[2008] Among Beggars And Thieves

En man han tjänt herr lagers gård
I sommar, vinter år för år.
Säg mig, vem sörjer nu för dig?

För slit och släp under himmel grå
Han blott sitt bröd som löning får.

You're a spawn of the high cliffs,
slave to the wind and son to the storm.
Born to a life on the free wings,
without chains to hold back your heart.

Sweep through the air
spy for the prey.
Feel your blood pumping

Look in consternation as storms tear up the sea,
raging down upon us with greatest might.
Gathering the power from above the clouds,
blackening the sun away from sight.

Gaze in frustration as ground becomes a void,
forcing you towards the jaws of sand.
Your power is now shaken to its foundation,

You stared too long into the sun
forgot the rest of the sky
Don't let the gambler lead you astray
the truth is lsipping further away
Take a good look up to the sky
and tell me what do you see
Isn't there a sun amongst the clouds?
Then where else could it be?

All our visions of sweet tomorrow
is cracking and fading away.
Hopes of glory are drowned in sorrow
this dissension expels us to yesterday.

Lead your troops into your lust of pride
they'll fight so brave at heart.
Or cast the yoke of envy aside

Blow your trumpets, let the feast begin.
Sing for us minstrels tonight.
Let the coronation shimmer and shine
in the golden sun so bright.

In a velvet mantle he takes the oath:
Birger:
-I will protect and serve my homeland

Here I walk
on pathways so old,
travellers of yesterday I still behold
Hearken to the waves
caressing the shore
oh how much land have they seen before

Oh, mountain great

[Birger:]
-It is with joy that I greet you.
Come inside, taste what is served for you.
Food does not lack, neither do wine.

Action or fate,
let's stir the mighty cauldron.
Love versus hate

Soaked in the silver rain
they rode through the woods.
Crossed the mountains
and crossed the rivers so deep.
They came at dawn
with fire and steel,
left at dusk, a trail of flames.

There’s a crow on the barrow
Saddest of figures in grey
Guardian of the royal grave
Ancient legends say
There’s a moan from upon the hill
Clad in a silvery light
Dweller of a forgotten tomb,
Dormant heathen might

From a dark horizon
a harlot once came,
searching for the right path
to bring her to fame.
Ignorance and falsity:
a perfect symbiosis, for a royalty

Hold on

They burst through the gates
with swords in hand they made their way
cross the hall of the high lord.

[Erik:]
-As long as that man lives
peace will never propagate

Deep inside the black and winding mazes I'm running from my ghouls,
My own thoughts are replaced by the hidden faces deep from my soul.
Longing to see time rolling by to case the thoughts of regret
My bad conscience tears me apart, how will I ever forget

Dark recollections gnaw my inside
I've tried to run and I've tried to hide

Genom vättars djupa skogar
Over myrars fridfulla ensamhet
Bränner fruktans flamma fram.
Genom månbelysta dälder
Över bergets rygg mott ett okänt mål
Jagad ulv nu skyndar fram.

Kavlen går I socknarna

Swedish traditional song

Vårvindar friska, leka och viska
Lunderna kring likt älskande par.
Strömmarna ila, finna ej vila
Förr´n ner i djupet störtvågen far.
Klaga mitt hjärta, klaga och hör,
Vallhornets klang bland klipporna dör.

Vi Sålde Våra Hemman och gav oss sedan ut,
Som fägelen bortflyger, när sommaren tar slut.
Han kommer en gång åter när våren skrider fram,
Men vi få aldrig skåda vårt kära fosterland.

Och när vi kommo till den Liverpoolska hamn
Begynte ångerns tårar så stritt att bryta fram.
Det blev en hjärtans sveda i bröstet på var och en.

Oskyldig kärlek en gång i blom,
spirande i sin fulla prakt.
Trolovade hjärtan i åtråns brand,
offer för avundens makt.

Förrädisk lust i månens karga sken,
ett klagande hörs däruti.
Genom höstdimmans dunkelhet

Tunes of mendacity whispers
throughout the gloom, like echoes
of mystery or a lullaby of doom

An illusion of pleasure
an illusion of pain
Yield to the beauty and
soon you will waltz with the dead

[2002] Chapters For A Vale Forlorn

We sold our homesteads and started on our way
just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay.
One day they will return, come spring again that's when.
But we will never see our native country again.

At first we travelled through the English countryside

Oh, you gracful eagle
that soar in the air,
how I enoy your chainless life
You are calling from your sky
living under the sun,
yjust riding the winds up high.

Your cliff is your castle,