Tracklist

1. Månmarkavisan Song of the Moonground
2. Norra Stränder Northern Shores
3. En Allians Med Hin Håle An Alliance with the Devil
4. Vitterland Witherland





1. SONG OF THE MOONGROUND
When the meadows embraces the skies
Then a blood-coloured sunwolf is fashioned
Throws it's shadowfire upon the villages
Which sleeps inunder the comb of alpchains

The people of the mountain chants spells
Which awakens all dark fairy creatures from the arms of dormancy
Sacrifices are given to pagan gods
And message is sent away by magical raven

CHORUS:
Dawn approaches
The forest breathes
The fairies play in hazy grove
By the boundaries of the meadow
Dewdrops shines
Wakened to life in early time
Witchery incites
Birches and spruces
It's roots from the marl drags
The witch-cauldron simmers
In the mountain sounds
The fanfare of moonground-pipes

Deep within dim mountain hollow
By the cruel witches' cold kitchen
Where bones and blood into brew splashes
An enigmatic potion is created from odd smoke

A primordial power-carrying oblivion-brew
Shall travel by ravens in sun and thaw
In time it shall rule the human district
To forget the creatures that never dies

CHORUS:
Dawn approaches
The forest breathes
The fairies play in hazy grove
By the boundaries of the meadow
Dewdrops shines
Wakened to life in early time
Witchery incites
Birches and spruces
It's roots from the marl drags
The witch-cauldron simmers
In the mountain sounds
The fanfare of moonground-pipes


2. NORTHERN SHORES
Northern shores...images of beauty for life...

Within me rests a blurred haze
A call from my ancestors
A mirror speaks of iceblue sea
Deep within my heart - an ocean

Vanished memories and honoured grace
Feasts filled with mead and wine
A feeling that cannot be described
Shows itself as panoramic shores

A manifest every thousand year
Which is reborn in the depths of my heart
A victory I feel when the waves breaks
Against the dim rocks and reefs of the soul

Northern shores...images of beauty for life...


3. AN ALLIANCE WITH THE DEVIL
In the darkest night, in the rush of greed
I seek the fairytreasure, led by the lights of [irrbloss]
By the bright hideout, along the rush of the waterfall
where riverwaves streams, my dreams turn to grit

The [irrbloss] doesen't led me to the shining treasure
Only a brookportal linked from the Milky Way
From the mirror's inner, the most evil laughter is heard
And from the same comes the being known as Satan

CHORUS:
A gloomy poem is heard, in the grove of my mind:
"Your lusts will come true
If you with Satan join, the darkest covenant
and you curse christian blood"
My name I slowly write, on the parchment
that the evil have minted with hate
I am now allied, permantely with evil
and the priest's talk is erased in my mind

And everything that has been said, for the desire of my heart
For her life that has been taken, the greatest loss of my life
Now is revived, by the evil in my soul
From empty grave she expels, her body she bids farewell

A ghost of my beloved the alliance has given
When I float into the mirrorportal
I behold all sinners in doubtful portraits
And I land in Hell's chamber itself

CHORUS:
A gloomy poem is heard, in the grove of my mind:
"Your lusts will come true
If you with Satan join, the darkest covenant
and you curse christian blood"
My name I slowly write, on the parchment
that the evil have minted with hate
I am now allied, permantely with evil
and the priest's talk is erased in my mind 


4. WITHERLAND
Witherland, witherland
The landscapes are covered by your desolate veil
Heavy mists
Upon foresttarn and mire they linger
Densely lies the veil
Where the [irrbloss]light ghastly shimmers
Shine of lanterns
Tempting steps which seductively sparkles
Storm and rain
Since immemorial you've incited forth
Wither is thy name
For white-swept climes you percieved

CHORUS:
Your snowquilt which in outback falls
Darkens the seas where waves have surged
The fogs that lights [irrbloss]lights
Are sprung from your most obscure branch
The early rain which quietly sprinkles
Over hollow stem where witherfolk rests
They all bear the mark of your hand
Crowned by arctic witherland
Oh witherland, witherland!

Witherland, witherland
The landscapes are covered by your desolate veil
Heavy mists
Upon foresttarn and mire they linger
Densely lies the veil
Where the [irrbloss]light ghastly shimmers
Shine of lanterns
Tempting steps which seductively sparkles
Storm and rain
Since immemorial you've incited forth
Wither is thy name
For white-swept climes you percieved

"A witherland art hallowed in the north
The arcadic, whiteswept clime courts serenity
The Polaris shines bright upon the heavenly vault
The circle is shaped and the witherland sleeps"

CHORUS:
Your snowquilt which in outback falls
Darkens the seas where waves have surged
The fogs that lights [irrbloss]lights
Are sprung from your most obscure branch
The early rain which quietly sprinkles
Over hollow stem where witherfolk rests
They all bear the mark of your hand
Crowned by arctic witherland
Oh witherland, witherland!