VitterlandTracklist

1. Jordegryning (Världsalltets Konstnär) Earthly Dawn (The Artist of Everything)
2. En Höstlig Storm An Autumnal Storm
3. Häxhammaren The Witch's Hammer
4. Gygror Sjöng En Trolsk Madrigal Trolls Sang a Mysterious Madrigal
5. Under Månens Brio Beneath the Vivid Moon
6. Uti Helvetessalen In Hell's Chamber
7. En Diffus Kontur A Diffuse Outline
8. Hjälten The Hero
9. Fjättrad Uti Kedjor Av Brons Fettered in Chains of Bronze
10. Ett Sista Farväl (Jordeskymning) One Last Goodbye (Earthly Dusk)


1. EARTHLY DAWN (THE ARTIST OF EVERYTHING) 
In steaming vapor over the pineforest
The fullmoon rested
yellow-red and round
Didst shine upon desolate heath
The light fell down
on a lonely linden

Therein, a wingless serpent rested
Piously resting
upon a gilded jewel
The dusky night rested tenderly
When the moonjar was emptied
in the waterfall of the stars

Flickering lanterns in the cloak of night
An enchanting craft
which was the glow of the will o' wisps
The moon gave them a boundless force
Which the darkness once had
but had not been carved in stone

CHORUS:
Here the magic of history was created
Abundant elysium, in a rainbow-clear production
Trollish pictures alienated all agony
...and the earth dawned sentle and frisky
A spiritartist concealed in the dark corners of the gloom 
Where soulghosts tread, and the fog lies grey
Thus fashioned forth the blue oceans
...and the darkness was slain by it's lustre

When the dawn progressed in the world of everything
In an arcadic journey
The twilight took shape
Witches called the men of the charcoal pit
Enslaved them
Forevermore

Giants dwelled in the heart of the primordial mountain
Far from the ill-will of the light
In the moor of darkness
But the lively dance of the fairyfolk
Placed them in a trance
And gave them no peace

Frisky as the throng of the dragonflies
A star-sprinkled heaven
gave forth the way to live
Brushstrokes was swept across the sky
It was the view of the artist 
who created the portrait

CHORUS:
Here the magic of history was created
Abundant elysium, in a rainbow-clear production
Trollish pictures alienated all agony
...and the earth dawned sentle and frisky
A spiritartist concealed in the dark corners of the gloom 
Where soulghosts tread, and the fog lies grey
Thus fashioned forth the blue oceans
...and the darkness was slain by it's lustre


2. AN AUTUMNAL STORM 
The clouds draws, hastily forward goes
Scarlet upon the black skies' heavenly vault
Raindrops, whips sprucetops
Thus echoing thunderquake sounds

Sunna stale, where once she stood
But in the heavy mist of the storm she glimpses way too weak
Lustrous gold, grants us kindness
But alas, her colours shimmers so vague

A stormsong
Draws across forest and field
Where the cold northern star of the autumn now stands
Sunna incites on
Fiery in her guild
But afar is summer's joy

The thunder goes, lightning strikes
Atrociously it hammers, flashes and resounds
The storm's scream, now joins free
The heaven has exposed it's tounge

Wounded clime, urgently grey feud
Between the armaments of the sun and the dryads of the autumnal storm
Brings death, flicks the glow of Sunna off
Typhoons whirls upon cold marshes

Nothing now can grow
On fogveiled woodland
And the blood freezes in every humans body
Here is no peace
Here no one can live
For the autumnal darkness extinguished all hope

Sun is replaced, all is over
And the autumnal darkness once more rules over north attracted land
The cold tears, in it's mystery
The season ties trollish bonds of agony


3. THE WITCH'S HAMMER 
Sealed by darkness in loneliness
Clasped in chains of coldest steel
Sits a woman in bitterness
In the deepest hole of the earth
Time slowly runs by
Now the punishment for heresy awaits
For this is the day that she dies
To be burnt for witchcraft at the stakes

"Hidden within christian chambers
The men of righteousness wrote the hammer"

CHORUS:
The bell it chimes,
the hours go by
The flames await,
the stake stands crackling
The fate of the witch
reaches the pages of history
But who remembers the dead,
who never will have justice?

The dance has never occured
The one upon the black moors of [Blåkulla]
But she came from a healer's family
Thus, she was of a false belief
The thoughts rove minute by minute
Where the wait was the true dread
But now all joy and life is over
For her soul and body has vanished in the flames

"The pages of the witch's hammer turned to ashes
Only tore a small wound in the history"

CHORUS:
The bell it chimes,
the hours go by
The flames await,
the stake stands crackling
The fate of the witch
reaches the pages of history
But who remembers the dead,
who never will have justice?


4. TROLLS SANG A MYSTERIOUS MADRIGAL 
A symphony of mountain-choirs
Sings out in it's full glory
It's tunes enchants your very soul
Beautiful tones in a northern landscape

The mountaingate is shut and locked
Allthough the mountainfolk awaits guests
The insidious song entices you
And slowly opens the magic gate

Trollsongs by the foot of the mountain
Where meltingrivers quietly flows
Binds you in the weave of the soul
For into the mountain you vanish

CHORUS 1:
The mountain sings a mysterious symphony
It leads into the depths, wherever you may roam
Of yore the primordial mountain has been strengthened by magic
And friendly it creates a soulimage so nice
But the sight is merely a false uthopy
Which moulds you into the barren moraine of the rocks
You traded the song for a sad elegy
For now you have been sealed in the domain of eternity

The light dissappears behind your back
When the mountain swallows you alive
In raven-black darkness you are gripped by fear
Groping along well-rills

A weak glow roves upon the mountainwall
Silhouettes glimpses in torchlight
The trolls fetters you in steel
And leads you deeper into their house

Sanity is slowly taken away from you
Groping forth, is sadly forced
You are led to a dripstone-sculptured throne
Upon it sits the very king of the mountain

CHORUS 2:
The mountainking rules over your life
Since that day when trolls sung a mysterious madrigal
A nightmare which lasts for thousands of years
Chains rattle when you fumbles in his hall
Lowered and turned to stone in the thickets of the soul
Nothing frees you, as you lack both will and choice
Fettered in the arms of madness, you stand unquestioning
Since forever you suffer all throes of hell

A gloomy dream in eternity
In the depths of the mountain you go astray
Sick in the mind and mistcapped gaze
Yet no one remebers that you dissappeared

You are now one with the mountain itself
It has gnawed both memory and bones
Gone is flesh and blood
For your heart is clasped in stone

Five oaken forests has grown up
And rotted down since your doom
Silence rules in the depths of darkness
There you tread alone, pale and empty

CHORUS 2:
The mountainking rules over your life
Since that day when trolls sung a mysterious madrigal
A nightmare which lasts for thousands of years
Chains rattle when you fumbles in his hall
Lowered and turned to stone in the thickets of the soul
Nothing frees you, as you lack both will and choice
Fettered in the arms of madness, you stand unquestioning
Since forever you suffer all throes of hell


5. BENEATH THE VIVID MOON 
Listen! How the nightly winds passes by
In the symphony of the stormchoirs
Ghosts of dead children dances in harmony
The darkness has blown it's horn
Listen! From afar, a song
In the deepest catch of the trollforest
It foretells that the night will be long
Stone and fir are chanted serene

CHORUS:
In the branches of the crowns, the pale-white glimmer 
Nests itself down towards hallowed moor
Spiritlights in the ghastly hour
Prepares a rite according to ancient beliefs
A weak serenade is chanted in the darkness
Under nine scarred runestones
Where ghostlike mazelights slowly are aligned
A ceremony beneath the vivid moon

Wraiths chants and calls the fire
Beside the ancient grace of the runestones
It flashes within the mare-fire of chaos
Flames ignites from the underground
The ground shakes in cacophony
But the song has long since passed
And accordingly to the history of the rite
The moon has strengthened the land in the north

"In protetction under the wings of the ravens
when the moon has trod it's path
The spirits of the wraiths forges
a shieldbarrier around fir and pine"

CHORUS:
In the branches of the crowns, the pale-white glimmer 
Nests itself down towards hallowed moor
Spiritlights in the ghastly hour
Prepares a rite according to ancient beliefs
A weak serenade is chanted in the darkness
Under nine scarred runestones
Where ghostlike mazelights slowly are aligned
A ceremony beneath the vivid moon


6. IN HELL'S CHAMBER 
Promises are empty words
Written in sinners blood
For I swore the oath of darkness in a luciferian pact
An alliance I joined with him
He who can awake the dead
My beloved was once more awoken by his magic powers
Her spirit on a journey through mazes
Condemned by Devil's sword
Two souls were forever crushed by my act

CHORUS:
The sword of Satan doomed us to torture forever
The contract became an eternal battle of life and death
On the journey downwards, spit upon in scorn was I
A voyage through the portal to the deep holes of [Hel]
Among fallen angels and amongst flaming stakes
Whipped and tormented I stand and shovel coal
My head aches from demonical roars
Condemned, shattered, in hell's chamber I walk

And she without a grave to find peace
Who walks around rigid
Forever is she doomed to loneliness
Sorrow-weighted in her mind
She lacks both blood and skin
Cannot live, cannot die, to her great chagrin 
But the dice has been thrown
And the deed is not undone
For the promise of life and hope turned to gloom

CHORUS:
The sword of Satan doomed us to torture forever
The contract became an eternal battle of life and death
On the journey downwards, spit upon in scorn was I
A voyage through the portal to the deep holes of [Hel]
Among fallen angels and amongst flaming stakes
Whipped and tormented I stand and shovel coal
My head aches from demonical roars
Condemned, shattered, in hell's chamber I walk


7. A DIFFUSE OUTLINE 
In your insidious cathedral, in a brightly lighted hall
there your veil of reverence shines, the hidden in a valley
You are the spiritmen of light, so much weaker than
the grave agony of the dark, which takes you one by one
In the drunk ecstacy of evil, a diffuse shadow stands
which slowly moves down towards, the bright house of light
He has taken the lives of the good, in the heavenly, christian region
Herculean forces are forged, his titanic powers

CHORUS:
He feels anguish over your delight
A diffuse and cold outline
Characterized by the powers of darkness
Originated from evil's nature 
Where moonlight radiates
In the dark structure of the shadow
Where the glow of the hall shines
The stature of the shadow ornates

A diffuse outline so cold, in the templehall of the cathedral
mighty his image rises, he shall be your fall
Cloaked soulblood, a towering man so furious
invokes the words of ill-will, where holy once stood
Here the thunderous sky cracks, a blood-red, broadened vista
arises over the shadow, where the men of light now whimpers 
Here the shine of lightning flashes, a torching grave-scene
and hornblows are heard from afar, like a deadly siren of winds

CHORUS:
He feels anguish over your delight
A diffuse and cold outline
Characterized by the powers of darkness
Originated from evil's nature 
Where moonlight radiates
In the dark structure of the shadow
Where the glow of the hall shines
The stature of the shadow ornates

Hear! Your poor song of complaints, enticed in the catch of darkness
Tormented by the shadow, who laughs again and again
Fettered in misery, and emptied of your blood
Helpless you cry, in whimper and sad melancholy
The silhouette rinses the blood, from the righteous worms
Where fallen banners have burned, now pitchblack soot and ashes
The body of the executioner, chokes those who once were men
Their souls have gone away, and will not come again


8. THE HERO 
Weighed down by the breath of huldras
He feels the flame of life flick off
Drowned in dreams, so terrified
He is awoken by the graveyard
Ravens circles around fallen hero
Sultry soil where the blood fills
The stench of corpses covers the dark fields
And he scents a smell of gravemold

CHORUS:
Devilishly he is twitched from life
When blood-drenched, he wades Styx
Old crosses and stones breathes
Heavily when the daylight of death dawns
Thus a sphere is created over the body
For life is but a chimera
Ether-creatures streams in thousands
A wingbeat, thus dies the dreams of the hero

Thus he closes the holes in his eyes
Tries to remember the rosy red
But he is but filled with plague and pain
For he sees only legions of the dead
He feels sick, sweats and spitts
Searches, but lost is the key of life
Eternal bad years awaits whatever he chooses
Defeated and deceived by the jesting of death

"Cold winds are swept around him
Silhouettes of a thousand ravenwings awaits
Thrilled, his body awaits the end
Towards duskland and eternal stupor it sustains"

CHORUS:
Devilishly he is twitched from life
When blood-drenched, he wades Styx
Old crosses and stones breathes
Heavily when the daylight of death dawns
Thus a sphere is created over the body
For life is but a chimera
Ether-creatures streams in thousands
A wingbeat, thus dies the dreams of the hero


9. FETTERED IN CHAINS OF BRONZE
"Come magpie! Ride on Milky Way
Come crow! Sing to the bows of seatrolls
Come hack! Plague village and croft
Come raven! Bind human in chains"

The trollmother gazes into the crystal orb
Visions of his demise
Omens appears in the banners of space
The destiny in the world of the glittering hall
He fears the last moment of life
The dreary howl of death
The gaze is turned up from this grove
When she scalds of his end

CHORUS:
"I giveth neither suggestion nor advice
For the thread of your faith have alread been spun 
I sense your life in misery
For the prophecy is my castle
On the creatures of sorcery you shall travel
To a gold-adorned forgotten hall
There you will be fettered in chains of bronze
To the tones of [galdur]art"

The clouds are opened in thunderbolts
Quake within his heart
The thousand sons of the raven-mother
Grips his body in pain
Crow and magpie calmly watches
When the journey goes over valley and hill
In the depths where the gold-adorned hall stands
Fettered for all time

CHORUS:
"I giveth neither suggestion nor advice
For the thread of your faith have alread been spun 
I sense your life in misery
For the prophecy is my castle
On the beings of sorcery you shall travel
To a gold-adorned forgotten hall
There you will be fettered in chains of bronze
To the tones of [galdur]art"


10. ONE LAST GOODBYE (EARTHLY DUSK) 
The mountain bleeds!
Abominable creatures gropes along walls
Scratches the primordial mountain deep in it's marrow
Meadows are glowing!
The fire licks the very heart of the ground
Chokes all that once could be called hope
All around silence!
All birdsong has died and the sun stopped shining
A buzzing emptiness is all that remains
No prurience!
For the world has withdrawn it's last sigh
Time has now ceased with it's existence

On the ground lies a whimpering angel
Fixed frozen within the very marrow of the crust
It's heart so tender like the stem of the lily
Breaks down and shrivels in a grey-black colour

The sweetness of denial is when the earth is caught in it's own prison
Condemned utopies become reality when the world tastes perishness

"Anxiety and agony before that which is to come
A vision of the future without hope
For life feels cursed and misplaced"