Sagor Från SkogstjärnenTracklist

1. Galdersånger Songs of Galder
2. Folksagan The Folksaga
3. Älvaceremoni Uppå Bergsjökelns Slott Fairyceremony Upon the Castle of the Frozen Mountain
4. En Allians Med Hin Håle An Alliance with the Devil
5. Sång Om Våren Song About the Spring
6. Vid Bäckahästens Strand By the Shore of the Brook-horse
7. Nio Ekskogar Gammal Nine Oakforests Old
8. Moränformationer Formations of Moraine
9. Otyg I Hjärtat Dark Creature in my Heart


1. SONGS OF GALDER
Songs of galder echoes in the night's shimmer
Moves across spruceforest, mountain and stone
Enchants everything, for the hour is late
Songs of galder echoes in the marrow of the landscape 


2. 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


3. FAIRYCEREMONY UPON THE CASTLE ON THE FROZEN MOUNTAIN
A netherfair castle stands on the frozen mountain
Thereunder, an old following goes
The fairies sneaks forth from tiny nooks
Wanders forth until they reach the castle's yard

A fairyfolk wanders towards glacier
Concealed by an old magical sphere
A shield-barrier strenghtened by ancient force
The powers inevitably tears

But seldom has this sight been seen
Seldom has the pinnacles of the castle been measured
In the deep colours of the beech-leaves they've been dressed
By fairyqueen-light they've been led

CHORUS:
Above, the clouds amasses in grey
In sharp contrast with the white queen
It is fairyceremony upon the castle on the frozen mountain
An ancient, heathen rite of magic

The queen gathers the people to session
Mysteriously and easily she dances around
The fairies also dances in a ring
On the grass of the castle's yard they've gathered around

In the room of the leafhall the ringdance goes round
Leaves all human mind mute
Dances with light feet so thin
Hovers above the bowl of the namegiving-wake

The queen lifts the quart of voluptuousness
Now, this heathen heap goes silent
A gathering witnesses the baptizing of the fairies
From the mountain hornblows and calls are heard 


CHORUS:
Above, the clouds amasses in grey
In sharp contrast with the white queen
It is fairyceremony upon the castle on the frozen mountain
An ancient, heathen rite of magic
(repeat chorus)


4. 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 


5. SONG ABOUT THE SPRING 
The ground is covered with hard packed snow
The green lives under it's armor
The ice lies smooth over frosty lake
Deep inunder the waves dances
Dark clouds glides upon the heavenly bank
Behind it's essence where the sun lurks
Snowcovered art pine and spruce
Where shy forest animals still huddles

The spring slumbers calm and quietly
But soon sings out it's joy
The wintery grip of life grins ill
When the sun's lustre stand in the sky's height
A spring-scream echoes through forest and mountain
When the ice melts from it's tune
And so it echoes in mind and marrow
The winter knows the spring is home

Thus melts thick quilts of snow
Grass once more sprouts from it's armor
The ice cracks on the blue lake
The waves on it's surface dances
The sun's rays breaks through branches
Whose crown once more is dressed in leaves
One year now lasts until the dress of winter
Lays it's quilt upon forest and meadow


6. BY THE SHORE OF THE BROOK-HORSE 
Where fairymagic long since lasted
I wander in the night's fog
The watersurface calmly gleams
Mirrors the stone where runes have been carved

The moon rises upon the heavenly crescent
By the shore of the brook-horse I stand
Driven from the forest by fair sprites
Ravenblack anguish my disposition carries

The sea-troll's kin lurks in the deep
Tempts me with beautiful music
A star-fair shape, angelic
My life has at last ran away

CHORUS:
By the shore of the brook-horse
I gaze towards the trollish lake
Where creatures bound
both tall farmhand and fair maid

The black surface of the forest-tarn tempts me
The lake is intoxicated with trollish magic
I gracefully know what lurks therein
In the depth below plants and logs

I catch a glimpse of the shiny steed
Rising from the depths of the lake
The dusk is prepared to die
Horse in alliance with the devil

Thus I pace towards the sea-troll's kin
Rise up on the wet back of the steed
It's trollish guise is everything but timid
Our footsteps disappears in the edge of the depths

CHORUS:
By the shore of the brook-horse
I gaze towards the trollish lake
Where creatures bound
both tall farmhand and fair maid


7. NINE OAKFORESTS OLD 
The toll of the churchbell resounds over city and chalet
A chanting tune reaches giant hill and marsh
Melts into the wonderous rainbow colour of the leaf-forest
And penetrates deep into the rocky mountain of the trolls

There he sleeps, the old trollfather, in dulcet dreams
Awoken by a soundwave he surely never has forgotten
Curses unheathen, which has awoken him from his slumber
A wicked, grumpy voice now angry speaks:

CHORUS I:
"Nine oakforest I have seen
grow up and rot down.
Forest and mountain I've long taken care of -
guarded over valley and moor.
But never that I ever asked
to hear about a christian custom.
When the toll, unheathen, has died
I once more slumber in peace."

Furiously trollfather rushes down along the mountain's comb
Murky is the sky above when he paces forth
But still the dull sound of the churchbell echoes
A beautiful memory for those whom shall pray to God

In flawless wrath the troll grips large rock
Aims, takes rate and slings towards churchgate
Woodsplints and stone now whirls beneaht the weak sun
Mightily church and christianity is crushed today

CHORUS II:
"Nine oakforest I have seen
grow up and rot down.
Where the fair tune of the sprite resounded -
she who guards over the forest.
But never that I ever asked
to hear about a christian custom.
Now the toll, unheathen, is died
To my mountain I once more go."

A circle has been completed by the strength of the fairyfolk
A bitter defeat for those who worships heaven
Sorcery once more reigns over cloud-dressed land
Where christian building stood, now exclusively trollish bonds of agony


8. FORMATIONS OF MORAINE 
A mist slowly sweeps over fir-embossed stoneslab-table
Which has been created by the tooth of time so far up in the icecold north
Where mountaingiants and witherfolk sat by the table and clucked
Of the men of the charcoal pit which the [gygras] so sneaky lured

CHORUS:
A formation of moraine
So proudly in the evening stands
Created by mountaingiants

A quiet wind beats againts the slab and meets the mark of runes
Where invisible mountaingiant-wall protects the cruel ache
Which's been scratched into the soul of the table since the vanished age of heathen days
But only one of the mountaingiants stands left so gentle

CHORUS:
A formation of moraine
So proudly in the evening stands
Created by mountaingiants

He stubbornly fights for his time, wants to live a mere hour
A giant arm in the stormbeaten wind, waves herculean
But once more his heathen beliefs bends to the present
For in spite of his heart's blood so warm, his arms fails him

CHORUS:
A formation of moraine
So proudly in the evening stands
Created by mountaingiants
Fades by stone and thicket

Now only a fragment of the stoneslab-table is left
And no one on it's questions ever can get a certain answer
We can just stand and watch how our heathen heritage is dug down
But we who have not forgotten the true strength from the North
Now gazes towards starlit nightsky


9. DARK CREATURE IN MY HEART
I have strolled across milewide heights
I have struggled over the snow of the alp
I have waded in ancient brooks
Watched the troll grow old and die

The heathen song from the forest have tempted
The seduction from the fair sprites
I have wandered in firforests
Witnessed how the fog have sunk so grey

Along the passage of brooks which frees the mind
Where water whips the green shore
The nature grants me it's almighty power
As the treasure by the edge of the rainbow

Winter, summer, spring and autumn
You are forever within my heart
You grant me the most beautiful comfort
In all your bright contrasts

My heart is with the delights of nature
My soul enchanted by the might of the sagas
Eyes gleam of grand ancestry
And the mind stays in trollbound clime

A dark creature in the heart and soul I am
The cold, nature I hold so dear
Under the burning sphere of the northern lights
I cherish the sad man's dream with love