English lyrics: Deathsong Hear! In this village a Chill roams free Woe to the one who feels it for he must give his soul. If I am chosen If I must go I'll probably not return But... Leave the gate open.
when my time comes Ill sing my death song like a warrior going home...Outstanding song and melody.. Hail the old way may we walk in the path of our ancestors.
Some musics are hits and are gone, some last but are empty. But, Eldrim's songs are everlasting, even in old age i will remember, because it is rooted to our deepest feelings and thoughts even the hidden ones; songs full of meanings, full of reality; beautiful voice, beautiful musics, very intelligent composers. Awesome work.
Well.....so far, (according to my humbleness), this is the best Winther's creation inspired by the ancestral heritage.....SCÖL !!! НА ЗДРАВЉЕ ПЕСМА !!!
le plus beau poème sur ce que l'hiver peut apprendre aux hommes... Chant de la mort Entendre ! Dans ce village le froid errant libre Malheur à celui qui le ressent car il doit donner son âme. Si je suis choisi Si je dois y aller Je ne reviendrai probablement pas Mais... Laissez la porte ouverte.
no wonder, old English, or Saxon, or Ænglisce is very close to its Northern Germanic relative - Old Norse.....and...this words and sounds are inspired by much earlier period then Medieval, because the Viking Era, (which started sometime arround the 8th C., lasting 'til the 12th), is actualy more related to pre- Christian world, which includes not onl Early Medieval Era, but much older periods related to our common, ancient Indo-European roots.....going back several thousand years BC.....and these are the rests....in our collective Pan-Scythian memory ...transcended by a new Bard.....Scalds will always exist....and they will sing, write Poetry and tell stories related to Life, Death, Love, and Eternal travel of immortal souls....through all three worlds of the Tree of Life... like Espen Winther and ELDRIM do....may Gods ans Godesses bless them for that !
Every day i do lot of things dangerous and u are whit me when thats turn bad . I had to crush some . i have be hit hard like 4/5 time . when i stand up face all on blood and i ear Eldrim in my hearbuds i keep going and don let anithing break me down .
Chant de la mort Entendre ! Dans ce village le froid errant libre Malheur à celui qui le ressent car il doit donner son âme. Si je suis choisi Si je dois y aller Je ne reviendrai probablement pas Mais... Laissez la porte ouverte.
