The Blade of Gold The way you wield the blade of gold… My concerns are dying ferns. Thy insight will writhe and burn. Sail us to Vanaheim, Deadly Order Of the Mist! On the Isle of Vanaheim grant me one last poisoned kiss. On lilac rocks you guide us. On lava slopes you taunt us. The way you wield the blade of gold, The way you comb invokes the night. Old God, you missed your chance to inspire all your fans As the Isle of Vanaheim cracked and sank, the ningyo danced. Your war is done. Life has begun. The way you wield the blade of gold… Sail us to Vanaheim, Deadly Order Of the Mist! On lilac rocks you guide us onwards. On lilac rocks you taunt us. The way you wield the blade of gold
Heart of Soil My blood is stone Runs underground Like molten thrones Of honey at sundown. Torn in silence Your drakkar lava blood Slices sullen miles of mud. One time I will answer you. Shields of snow appear below. Might reveal someone you know? Starling, I am unreal. Hidden eyes rip us from the wildest dreams Some time ago I glided so low I crashed the boat With gruesome control. Lions and tigers roar Inside my darling’s claws. Cried in silence to your heart of soil Seeds of violence will not breach your walls. Ride in silence to your heart of soil. Seeds of violence will not breach your walls. We valkyries to Valhalla, Valhalla send no one, Send no one Heart of soil slips through my oily phalanges.
Like Dying Ferns Slaughter resourceful friends who will gallop heart and soul into battle. Yet I will not follow my lord and blindfolded headsman on the saddle As you crack your skull on that blue-moss bed I’ll enjoy this lull before the sea turns red: Tattered lanterns. Like dying ferns of summer, (the gold) has brought me nothing but deceit. Like dying ferns of summer, (the gold) has brought me nothing but disease. And may I look at that hook Stuck in your lip, is it good? Like that book, the ancient fib? Like dying ferns, like dying ferns, like dying ferns, like dying ferns Like dying ferns, like dying ferns, like dying ferns, like dying ferns We are wolves, we are the Huldra. We are doe, we were the Huldra… We are we.
Nibelungen This life is not as you dreamt The glove is heavy as lead I saw you lying low Ready to pull your bow I know these rings Won’t bring you back The river sings Of Winter’s grin Your time has come Nibelungen Our dreams are not our lives And the River comes alive Where the ravens were designed by you Our dreams are not our lives And the River comes alive Where the ravens were designed by you Your time has come, Nibelungen Your time has come, don’t bite your tongue Your violet tongue, Nibelungen
Hello Hyldr. What an amazing album you've got here! I was glad I discovered you. I was wondering if I can get permission to upload your whole "Order Of The Mist" album into RU-vid as well.
My Gallant Assassin And soon I’ll stop feeling lost again. The fearless dine (in hell) Dying on the floor, your answer is not to write in blood the one Who killed you with the signs of the cross in splinters. Were there not several ways to count the way you’ve slain us? I cannot believe it’s still the rise of bloody roller. I long live in the rolling calm I stand for the sullen, lethargic, reflexions Of the moon and the shadows that were gleaming in my dissection. My gallant assassin and kill me before the end My gallant assassin and kill me before the end My gallant assassin and kill me before the end My gallant assassin …….Feel those embers brush - your guts and pipes of glory Feel those embers brush your guts and Sneak into your pipes of glory. Trinkets of your guilt so volatile In the end is all you’ve got. My gallant assassin, my gallant assassin My gallant assassin and kill me before the end (x3) My gallant assassin. Now we are as one Like a bird and its young Never sung
Your Frozen Chest At last I can die alone Here on your frozen chest. Why hath the ravens gone? Seek farther than your nest For the night’s unrest. Inside us the violence subsides and then Invites us to swallow the pride of yesteryear Behind the glorious sun rots A lie so foul it blinds the flocks At last I can die of hope Here on your molten chest. Why hath the flavours gone? Seek farther than your festering nest You turn to dust, you turn Inside us the vile curse subsides and then Invites us to question the pride of yesteryear At last I can die alone Here on your frozen chest. Why hath the ravens gone? Tears on your swollen nest Your swollen nest invites the guests Invites the nine guests
Woodland Shrine Anata wa Tenko ni narimashita My bones delight the sun. There was no one to grieve, to bury me. That’s when the drugs kick in. That’s when the drugs kick in. Suffocating lovers holding bony fingers Sitting next to a cold log fire, coal winds creeping through their sockets. Little trails of feral footprints hang around like rings of Saturn (Re)suscitating Chinese shadows for the coming of a woodland king Disappearing into to specks of nothing in a cage where the foxes sing. Kyūbi no kitsune Tenko ni narimasu My story’s not entirely written I will become whatever you were not Old toes have crawled, Otosan crawled Back to the well Kids are rocks and they keep on falling Off the cliffs. I’m sorry for my teeth as you fall inside. Journey’s so fine till I run into a shrine. Draugar outside, now I curl up. Little kit I mean no harm, though your carcass is the key. God feels the same, as I dive into the night.
