Hersir
Hateful Draugar from the Underground

Trackliste

• 1. Dauðvána (00:58)
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  Instrumental
• 2. Hateful Draugar from the Underground (05:09)
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  May my call be heard
  May my words resonate
  From shallow undercroft
  To deepest barrow
  So that no wizened ear may misinterpret
  My necromantic invocation
  
  Draugar! Haugbúar!
  Rise as corporeal ghosts
  Wielding weapons laden with rust
  To impale the hearts of men
  Strike fear into the realm of the living
  Draugar! Haugbúar!
  
  Straddle the rooftops
  With malicious glee
  And with bestial intent
  May the dead roam free
  Resurface from obscurity
  Exact your revenge
  May your sinister laughter
  Freeze the blood in their veins
  
  Benighted!
  Spew miasmal carnage upon their crops
  May your venom seethe this mortal coil
  
  Tonight the past comes alive
  What they thought buried
  By dust and time immemorial
  Now stands before them
  Like a nightmare they sought to forget
  Only true believers of the old faith
  Stand a chance against the coming storm
  
  Draugar! Haugbúar!
  Rise as corporeal ghosts
  And devour all that live and breathe!
  
  Benighted!
  May the flowers of youth wither in your wake
  Yours to claim is a kingdom of death
• 3. The Ironclad Fighters of Hjaðningavíg (06:22)
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  Arise!
  Arise ye blue corpse-riders!
  Respawn and ablaze the land of the living
  On winter solstice, the darkest of days
  At a pace most cannot see nor grasp
  An army of the dead under Atríðr’s command
  Arise ye blue corpse-riders!
  
  A ferae naturae – the descendants of Bölverkr
  Like a riotous torrent from the depths of Wyrd
  A ferocious tempest from the blackest obscurity
  They assail from the dusky heavens as a blitzkrieg from beyond
  
  Hnikarr – the inciter of clash
  Throw your spear into our dimension
  Báleygr – the leader of savage atrocity
  Ignite the ardour of animosity
  
  Einherjar – ye ironclad fighters of Hjaðningavíg
  May the curse of battle be forever
  
  Helblindi – the warden of blood fields
  Excite the dazzling storm of rage
  Vélandi – the impetuous trigger of strife
  Hound ´em all against all
  
  For the long winter is coming
  And darkness of nature inspires us
  To resist the fraud of Judaic ethos
  The deprive of strength and vigor
  
  When the moon is waning
  and the wolf has broken free…
  
  Arise!
  Arise ye zealous mountain-dwellers!
  Ascend and purge the blood of the Teutons
  Restore the Germanic power
  
  A ferae naturae – the deceased sons of Herian
  Like a riotous torrent from the depths of Wyrd
  A ferocious tempest from the blackest obscurity
  They assail from the dusky heavens,
  as a blitzkrieg from beyond
  
  Einherjar – ye ironclad fighters of Hjaðningavíg
  May the battle last eternally
• 4. The Fiddler (06:19)
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  Dance! Dance, my lovelies!
  Withershins, to and fro
  Dance! Dance, my thralls!
  Let joyous sin overtake you
  
  The celebration was raging
  Out in the barn
  The women were lustful
  And the men were frothing at their mouths
  The mead was flowing
  And spirits were high
  Little did they expect
  That all of their deaths were nigh
  A goat-footed fiddler
  Hieratically clothed
  Trod across the threshold
  No iron to keep him out
  As he began playing
  No one could resist
  They all started dancing
  Ensnared by Satan's fist
  They danced like madmen
  Overcome by the light of the moon
  His tunes were not of this world
  And would not cease any time soon
  They danced like possessed
  As if the ground was ablaze
  Burning with hellfire
  Dancing in a rabid craze
  
  Dance! Dance, little devils!
  Under my spell, at my command
  
  As night went on
  The dancing grew more intense
  Their feet began blistering
  Their bones started to ache
  The fiddler decided
  It was time to leave
  By the snap of his fingers
  They followed him towards to the creek
  
  Down, down
  Follow the tune of the fiddler
  Down, down
  Follow me into the cold, dark waters
  Down, down
  Dance in my devilish wake
  Down, down
  Down into hell
  
  Dance! Dance, my pretties
  Dance 'til your feet are rent
  
  As they arrived at the creek
  A young girl awoke from the trance
  She tried to break the circle
  But the fiddler caught her glance
  She cried out for Jesus Christ:
  ”Forgive me, let me repent!”
  But the fiddler had taken his hold
  And into the creek they went
  As water entered their lungs
  They finally knew
  That if you dance with the Devil
  The Devil dances with you
• 5. Walking the Way of Giants (05:58)
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  From childhood’s hour I have belonged to the wild. The desert wastelands where longing
  dísir sing. A truly unforgiving place, yet a magnet for us dreamers and misfits. An
  exploration of the primeval. Ymir...
  
  Among the trees in the North. Guided by ravens and the distant stars. The road of my
  ancestors. No mourning nor joy. I am faraway…
  
  I see myself in the stones. Untouched by the limits and feeble ways of human society. I
  listen to the winds. And the silence. And the magic. For here is where she lives. Heiðr, the
  delight of the wonderers.
  
  Enthralled by the depth and the secrets of the waters. For there is where my heart dwells.
  The storming life of a wanderer, what an odyssey of the mind. I am primordial…
  Walking the way of giants, a path chosen by few. And so, I heed the call of the mountains,
  for their mystery still binds me
• 6. Holocaust Winter (04:35)
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  The blackest Night is here
  From the darkest North we come
  Savage lunatics at the old left path
  Keepers of cult and custom
  Besetting, afflicting from deepest Hell
  An endless scourge from the hateful Dead
  As shadows of the Witch
  We will haunt you
  
  Do we get no ale or mead
  We'll make your livestock bleed
  The maidens young, they dance with glee
  Stay well, my pale old steed
  
  Do we get no sacrifice
  Then we’ll cut off all your throats
  The maidens young they dance and sing
  'Til they bleed in ecstasy
  
  Beware you traitor fucking cunt
  Beware the stalkers of the longest night
  The sinister night of long knives
  Holocaust Winter!
  
  Besetting, afflicting from deepest Hel
  As shadows of the Witch
  We will haunt you
  
  Do we get no mead or ale
  We'll make your kindred ail
  The maidens young, they frolick still
  Stay well and heed our will
  
  Do we get no sacrifice
  Then we’ll feed on your entrails
  The maidens young they dance and sing
  'Til they bleed in ecstasy
  
  We’re the ghost riders in the sky
  Let us drink more, O´ so much more
  Before the harp starts going
  
  Beware you traitor fucking cunt
  Beware the stalkers of the longest night
  The sinister night of long knives
  Holocaust Winter!
• 7. Valgaldr (04:45)
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  As the freezing winterfylleth rises
  Ravishing crimson in the dark blue sky
  I enter again the old lurid woods
  In the disguise of a shaggy beast
  
  As Thule lies hidden in ghastly darkness
  in the oracular month of sacred bloodshed
  I sense the presence of haunting evil
  That old evil of secret crossroads
  
  I scantily discern their whispers
  From the eerie gale of Narouua
  And as I turn my cold face to the North
  The weird phantoms surround me
  
  Valgaldr
  I carve my runes and conceal them
  In the forest from where nothing returns
  Valgaldr
  I carve the symbols of ulterior lore
  I whisper to the dead below
  
  So desolate, still and somber
  Yet, in the midst of frenzy and ire…
  Necromancy!
  
  I walk backwards nine steps of death
  and circulate the staff to the left
  I light the incense of myrtle and yew
  and offer my blood to become them
  
  As I stand at the north-flowing river
  A thin veil of mist enfolds me
  I cry out in the night of graveless spirits
  To summon thee Master, Lord of ghouls
  
  I open the gates to the realm beyond
  To shake loose this order from petrifying slumber
  To set upon this world the wildest craze
  Now enter Middle-earth, ancestral wraiths!
  
  Valgaldr
  I carve my runes and conceal them
  In the forest from where nothing returns
  Valgaldr
  I carve the symbols of ulterior lore
  I whisper to the dead below
• 8. Purification by Fire (04:05)
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  Destroyer of worlds, come forth from the South
  We carry banners and torches of war
  We follow you by the light of your sword
  Burning bright as the war Gods' sun
  
  A cleansing fire sweeps the world
  Searing flames engulfing all
  On scorched earth salt is strewn
  None again shall grow
  
  Nuclear catharsis
  Purification by fire
  Total war, infernal tempest
  Purification by fire
  
  Vermin infested, pest ridden sewers
  We offer no pardon nor reprieve
  We come to rain napalm over your homesteads
  And evaporate oceans with fathomless heat
  
  Existence itself shall be your furnace
  None will be left to mourn
  Flesh will melt and bone will crumble
  You're a disease and fire's the cure
  
  "The sun turns black
  Earth sinks in the sea
  The hot stars down
  From heaven are whirled
  Fierce grows the steam
  And the life feeding flame
  'Til fire leaps high
  About heaven itself"
  
  Nuclear catharsis
  Purification by fire
  Total war, infernal tempest
  Purification by fire
  Muspell's flames burning hot
  Purification by fire
  Surtr's sword penetrating
  Purification by fire
• 9. Blood Runs from the Hörgr (04:20)
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  Under shadows of fir and pine
  Unaffected by modernity's yoke
  The old man hearkens the thundering hooves
  As the Yuletide hunters soar across the night sky
  
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  This is a night for sacrifice
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  To mix with the soil below
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  As spears rattle deep underground
  
  These stones are reddened
  With the blood of millennia past
  From those who fell prey
  To Geatish wolves
  Adherents of the old Germanic virtue
  
  ”A shrine of stones he raised
  And now to glass the rock has grown”
  Oft with the blood of men it was red
  In the Gods of old he did trust
  
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  This is a night for sacrifice
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  To mix with the soil below
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  As spears rattle deep underground
  
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  Blood runs from the HörgR
  Blood runs from the HörgR
• 10. Divinations at the Old Springs (07:12)
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  Bleak and grim
  The men who leaned over our waters
  They read and interpreted
  From our murky depths and asked for secrets
  Their bloodied hands
  They washed in our unhallowed waters
  Forged their fortune
  By our bank on the endless ring of fate
  
  Dark and blank we slumber between shivering isles
  In silence we accept and swallow each soiled blade
  In silence we mirror the night and the darkness in man
  In silence they came, those who would beg our favor
  
  Once our spring was an ocean
  When fiery tempests ruled the skies
  And no eyes had yet seen
  Their reflections in our pitch black depths
  
  One day our spring will be a field
  Nourishment drawn from the powers of old
  Offerings made at midnight
  Shall scrape against the farmer's plough
  
  Men will sacrifice not to us
  But to gods of iron and gods of drums
  Emptiness ever watchful
  Shall resound with sorrowful songs throughout the woods
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