Wardruna - Grá (English Translation) Lyrics Old Grey… I recall the ring before it broke… Your song stirs something deep within Like chords pulling straight from memory I can’t find the words, they still remain veiled Yet I know it is old, I know that it’s forgotten I remember when you roamed freely I remember when we roamed together I remember us before our paths got separated I remember the ring before it broke Always wary about you, and you about me Always wary about me, and I about you You may run to my forests Roam freely in my mountains Lead your pack to my valleys Let us restore the ring I shall sing you safe on your way I shall sing you safely home
Worried notes Brought to a throat Devoted to toke All that you invoke My seas serene Yet my land Broken in my sands My Isis name Devoted by untame Prophesying Undying Webs my creator My Jordan undertaker Brought lillith to life My day of dead 💀 What have you said Bring them to their knees My wishful thinking Banned by the bands Holding onto hands Layered in patterns Mixed within matter Told we have a choice Yet fund defend When all we need is pretend Locked in the souls Out of the box Wisdom thought When a light was lit Imagining quick Forgotten Of course Directions sort Spinning away Witches graves! - Your Dead 💀
Are you aware The selkie stares? Are you there For Palestines glare? Do you dare Gather the army Of Greta Thunberg Who’s pistols are flowers Buried and danced upon Barefoot in the oceans breeze Defining neoclatures Through Laos woes Strangled by Anansi For Pa’Salieu strung Hidden stories Untold to Grandmother Owl For Grandfather creator when the Great Spider crawled upon the shore learning you swore Break my spell Where Medusa dwells In the dungeons of the fates Aligning Hekates!
Are you aware The selkie stares? Are you there For Palestines glare? Do you dare Gather the army Of Greta Thunberg Who’s pistols are flowers Buried and danced upon Barefoot in the oceans breeze Defining neoclatures Through Laos woes Strangled by Anansi For Pa’Salieu strung Hidden stories Untold to Grandmother Owl For Grandfather creator when the Great Spider crawled upon the shore learning you swore Break my spell Where Medusa dwells In the dungeons of the fates Aligning Hekates!
Oya. My mother. She brings more than storms. She allows the ancestors a vehicle to continue to speak and be heard by the corporeal. Thank you Oya. ❤ I love Oya.
