After a short piece of music, a story is told of runes and the magic of Wyrd Gifts are exchanged to fortify old bonds It hailed so fast We could not see the he...

Of the ancestors shunning the missionaries, and that same spirit in us today I feel through the ancient sunsets I breathe in the wind and the trees I once had ...

A rant of shamanic fury Lord of the hanged You present with many faces Inciting strife, bezerker rage In the valleys of starlight Forged maegen sculpts my fram...

In drinking spirits, the ancestors sing many songs, of which this is one This is a story of what we often call warriors Where I've gone now I have died Is a Ha...

The hall is ready with ale, mead And music, and the hearth is glowing On the faces of those who attend Solemnly, a man speaks of his ancestor, Connecting with h...

Screech the ghouls of deepest wynter The wolves howl as I prowl the perimetre Cursed with Negative maegen wounds We search our servile souls Tears rain like bl...

A song of heathen defiance and a redefinition of faith Take a new look at god In the dust it's the wrong way round Speak the place names and days Let the honey...

Of an experience in a heathen wood A line of fire Flickers on mist enshrouding knees Hooded carriers of torches file Through the dark and twisted trees The tr...