Tracklist

1. Galdurkonst Och Tusenskrönor (intro) Arts of Galder and a Thousand Tell-Tales
2. Dansa Den Ondes Vals Dance the Waltz of the Evil One
3. Lindormen The Linden Serpent
4. Folksagan The Folksaga
5. Legenden Om Bergaskatten The Legend of the Mountaintreasure
6. När Allt Tystnar When All Goes Silent




1. ARTS OF GALDER AND A THOUSAND TELL-TALES 
Instrumental


2. DANCE THE WALTZ OF THE EVIL ONE 
A whirl-play of shadows lurks in the night
Without sense along fog-covered waters
On moss-grown stone a grey-pale shape
Plays evil's waltz in a cruel guise

For hundereds of hours, the dance has went
Veiled magic, for you cannot see the tail
Exhausted, drained beyond all sense
Completly forgotten that the heart is broken

The griefplay waned with the evening
When the fiddler suddenly stood upon the moor 
With the lightning, thus came the roll of the thunder
The ground cleft six feet under

CHORUS:
Can you hear him play?
An enchanted tone so gentle
When the bow rubs the fiddle of evil
Decieves you into the wild dance
Without wit you trot
Kinship with hollow-eyed wraith
In the mould only empty graves
Bones roll and scrapes sharp

Beings have risen from the cemetary
But the fiddler still waltzes, the fool
His soul he have sold to the lusts of the Devil
Exhausted, drained you still whiffs 

Wont help how much you scream
The lackeys of evil wont ever fold
Wont help when blood gushes from your throat
For you can but swing along in the dance

The crescendo is reached during the ghastly hour
In the arrival of the peatmossfog
The blood is spilled by the tail of the fiddler
Undead skeletons still dances

CHORUS:
Can you hear him play?
An enchanted tone so gentle
When the bow rubs the fiddle of evil
Decieves you into the wild dance
Without wit you trot
Kinship with hollow-eyed wraith
In the mould only empty graves
Bones roll and scrapes sharp

For all eternity he shall always play
The waltz of the evil one with his rotting fiddle
Condemned songs echoes in the clockwork
Where shadows of death still stands pale

CHORUS:
Can you hear him play?
An enchanted tone so gentle
When the bow rubs the fiddle of evil
Decieves you into the wild dance
Without wit you trot
Kinship with hollow-eyed wraith
In the mould only empty graves
Bones roll and scrapes sharp


3. THE LINDEN SERPENT 
When the night gazes towards dawn
and the moon is exchanged by the sun
A thunderous hymn, over the abundance of earthly holes
Thus the fiddling violin of the Sea troll goes silent

Then all natures freezes
for it claws along it's back
From the darkest hole, a flaming pyre
where the ancient linden serpent has rested safely

It's mind is minted with evil
and the underground it rules
From the nose of the linden serpent, a sulphur-dressed smell 
where burning, wrathful venom now smolders

CHORUS:
With a skin armed with hard scales
which easily crushes the blade of the sword
The linden serpent treads upon rockcovered hill
slowly raises it's wings
Proceeds out above the veil of the fog 
In a morning, misty, heavy and jazzy
Drags it's tail after itself like a yoke
Which scrapes sharply like a scalpel

Now it flies over it's sky
which is forgotten for all time
Where forest and lake, and wind and snow
has rested calmly for hundereds of years

An enchanted fairybeing
which has slept in it's hole
But the thunderous hymn, over the abundance of earthly holes
once more has awoken it's trembling roar

Now you must call forth trollsong
you awaiting, towering poet
A tone so soft, over valleypath and hill;
thus the linden serpent is commanded

CHORUS:
With a skin armed with hard scales
which easily crushes the blade of the sword
The linden serpent treads upon rockcovered hill
slowly raises it's wings
Proceeds out above the veil of the fog 
In a morning, misty, heavy and jazzy
Drags it's tail after itself like a yoke
Which scrapes sharply like a scalpel

Now the dragon dreams quietly
from the trollsong of the poet
A soprific tone, from the throne of the mountain
and the linden serpent once more slumbers


4. THE FOLKSAGA 
It whispers and murmurs among stones and spruces
Witherfolk beneath the gravel of the cowshed
Ancient customs tells of sorcery
An alluring tone in the swish of the wind

The [sjörå] sails on the waters of the northern kingdom
The riverman plays on white shore
Soulwraiths shines in the darkest night
Witches, led by the hand of the evil one

CHORUS I:
The eveningblush shimmers in the sky
Warns of a coming storm
The northern light burns in the midnight-hour
Thereunder [mylingar] takes human form

The icecold rain whips in the wind
Human body is chilled in bone and marrow
The raveness quietly watches in the linden
Gazes up towards the mountain of the trollking

The grey-pale [bjära] has been given life by the witch
Three drops of blood, a tug-being is born
The [draug]ghost has been drowned in the dark sea
By the crossroads three wraiths have met

CHORUS I:
The eveningblush shimmers in the sky
Warns of a coming storm
The northern light burns in the midnight-hour
Thereunder [mylingar] takes human form

The storm brings forth the strongest wind
A breath like an omen of storm
Pray that you don't know what dwells under the frost
The cruellest form of the wither-family

During the night she rides you, the most insidious mare
Enchants everything from man to beast
The folksaga shapes the cruellest danger
Giants in the storm are in no need of shelter

CHORUS II:
The linden serpent around the fairy-treasure coils
From the pagan altar [galder] and [sejd] is heard
The eveningstar succumbs in the dawn
Elvengames over dew-worn clime


5. THE LEGEND OF THE MOUNTAINTREASURE 
The light of the mountaingorge shimmers
- throws silhouettes
So stark it glitters
during cold nights
In the mountainchamber the treasure is hidden
- forgotten by legends
But in the dark night
a cruel entourage returns

CHORUS:
In ancient stories it is written
Than an aged entourage wanders home
When golden harps are played in valley
Footsteps which runs towards mountainhall
When the forgotten people found the treasure
The legend is reborn true

The golden harp sounds
over hills and valleys
The trollish magic invites
creatures to it's halls
The sharpest thorn and rock
- kin of the murk
Watches around the light of the treasure
like bared wolf-teeth

CHORUS:
In ancient stories it is written
Than an aged entourage wanders home
When golden harps are played in valley
Footsteps which runs towards mountainhall
When the forgotten people found the treasure
The legend is reborn true

Now the complaint of the wolf
echoes in the emptiness
An omen of the mountainstory
then the stillness vanishes
The wealth of the troll-treasure
- creatures have turned back
In the written verdicts of the storm
a wind-whipped sound cries

"When the moon peaks on the sail in the sky
which under, the troll-treasure awaits
The very flow of the magic is then a flaring sight
from the vanished ages of ancestors"

CHORUS:
In ancient stories it is written
Than an aged entourage wanders home
When golden harps are played in valley
Footsteps which runs towards mountainhall
When the forgotten people found the treasure
The legend is reborn true


6. WHEN ALL GOES SILENT 
Lonely path goes towards the catch of groves
Up to the glen by the edge of the forest
The moon rises once again
Slowly dances up towards the sky

The wind wanes in hand of the evening
Abates and calmly lays down
The darkness spreads over trollbound land
The wolf howls on solitary heath

The moon is shattered, now merely half is seen
The lamentation of the wolf it vanishes away
The echo decreases in the vault of the mountainsoil
The night takes over the part of evening

When all goes silent the land is as new
The mist is swept over spruce and beech
Lays it's cover upon beast and creature
Encloses within a foggy veil