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Wardruna - Himinndotter (Sky-Daughter)
Anonymous
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The Totem
I’ve tread a thousand miles
unfaltering,
narrating my passage
in bleak riddles
where the wildwood resin is agleam
but there’s a thicket across my tremble
where tangles bind my hands
strangles my tone
smothering bone
The wrath of the labyrinthine
sullies the flow of thought
choking my spirit
in the midst of a tempest of perplexity
Though, in its visceral misbehaving, stood I—
the thistle
with a bend in my spine
where there’s potency in abscess
Keepers of the torrent
Feed me a resilience
that’s fibrous and sinewy
Serve me grit or serve me wine
make a totem of my backbone
My fingers have fortitude
as I tug at the thicket
Before the rigidity entombs
freeing the burden of lost tenor
O’er mountains, I’m expressed
O’er the order, I’m obtained
As prowess lay, unchained
warm freedom
with subtle distractions
Mother of meddle
guide my wander, let me breathe
lashes over ashes
Where there’s plunder in plight
Pardon, mother
Wherefore might I roam?
To break falter?
To wake the altar?
The path is misty
without the silk of your hand
unfaltering,
narrating my passage
in bleak riddles
where the wildwood resin is agleam
but there’s a thicket across my tremble
where tangles bind my hands
strangles my tone
smothering bone
The wrath of the labyrinthine
sullies the flow of thought
choking my spirit
in the midst of a tempest of perplexity
Though, in its visceral misbehaving, stood I—
the thistle
with a bend in my spine
where there’s potency in abscess
Keepers of the torrent
Feed me a resilience
that’s fibrous and sinewy
Serve me grit or serve me wine
make a totem of my backbone
My fingers have fortitude
as I tug at the thicket
Before the rigidity entombs
freeing the burden of lost tenor
O’er mountains, I’m expressed
O’er the order, I’m obtained
As prowess lay, unchained
warm freedom
with subtle distractions
Mother of meddle
guide my wander, let me breathe
lashes over ashes
Where there’s plunder in plight
Pardon, mother
Wherefore might I roam?
To break falter?
To wake the altar?
The path is misty
without the silk of your hand
Written by Everavalon
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Anonymous
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"Waldvater und Aschekrieger"
Talons of hawk's own kin
I call thee to my side
Forest’s voice has grown so dim
Yet still you are my guide
Walk where shadows lay
Where warriors once did tread
Feel the strength of those before
The voices of the dead
With every step I seek the past
The life I used to know
Before the forest faded fast
Before the rivers slowed
What name was mine in days of old
When I walked free and bold?
Forefathers blood guide my hand
As stories once foretold
O spirits of the ancient blood
O voices in the night
You gather now around me close
To lend me all your might
For in this battle’s final cry
I stand to strike him down
And through your strength, I wield the blade
To take both throne and crown
I feel your whispers in my ear
Your power in my arm
You who watched o’er countless wars
Now shield me from all harm
The foe is fierce, the strike is near
But I fear not his face
For with your light I’ll bring him low
And end this dark embrace
Ashen Lord! Bearer of the flame
You who roamed the stars
Now guide me back to who I was
Before the world left scars
With ancestors at my command
The final blow I’ll land
To claim the path of warrior's way
And walk with them once more
Through forest deep and sacred door
For though the forest fades to dust
Though rivers cease to flow
The spirits stand with me in trust
To guide the strike, the blow
And as my hand does meet the steel
With all their strength combined
The enemy shall fall away
And freedom’s path I’ll find
Now, in this moment still and vast
With every breath I take
I know the souls of ancient past
Are here for every stake
And with this strike, this killing blow
The forest’s heart shall rise
For those who fought before me still
Are echoed in my eyes
Talons of hawk's own kin
I call thee to my side
Forest’s voice has grown so dim
Yet still you are my guide
Walk where shadows lay
Where warriors once did tread
Feel the strength of those before
The voices of the dead
With every step I seek the past
The life I used to know
Before the forest faded fast
Before the rivers slowed
What name was mine in days of old
When I walked free and bold?
Forefathers blood guide my hand
As stories once foretold
O spirits of the ancient blood
O voices in the night
You gather now around me close
To lend me all your might
For in this battle’s final cry
I stand to strike him down
And through your strength, I wield the blade
To take both throne and crown
I feel your whispers in my ear
Your power in my arm
You who watched o’er countless wars
Now shield me from all harm
The foe is fierce, the strike is near
But I fear not his face
For with your light I’ll bring him low
And end this dark embrace
Ashen Lord! Bearer of the flame
You who roamed the stars
Now guide me back to who I was
Before the world left scars
With ancestors at my command
The final blow I’ll land
To claim the path of warrior's way
And walk with them once more
Through forest deep and sacred door
For though the forest fades to dust
Though rivers cease to flow
The spirits stand with me in trust
To guide the strike, the blow
And as my hand does meet the steel
With all their strength combined
The enemy shall fall away
And freedom’s path I’ll find
Now, in this moment still and vast
With every breath I take
I know the souls of ancient past
Are here for every stake
And with this strike, this killing blow
The forest’s heart shall rise
For those who fought before me still
Are echoed in my eyes
Anonymous
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KOYAANISQATSI
There is a digital religion turning quantum-size gears
that’s chewed up the chicken bones and all our fears
An ancient’s purview of our new narcisstic hero
So fear not for he can see you in all your totality
Clever devil, the smartest one in Cornell’s hall
He says sister sky was once inside a little ball
Then BANG! Sincerely, give or take a few billion years
Put him in the cross-hairs of his own perspicacity
See for yourself through his own clever protocol
God is in the machine, and no god but he
Those among us who can’t believe will only ever be
one with the sky or two too many for ones own duality
Koyaanasqaatsi is, frankly, not for me
But take your pick, and sincerely so
Because it’s on sale now, just so you know
Show us who we were when we
saw the sky bold and blindly
Show us who we are as we
rape our sister bare and blithely
that’s chewed up the chicken bones and all our fears
An ancient’s purview of our new narcisstic hero
So fear not for he can see you in all your totality
Clever devil, the smartest one in Cornell’s hall
He says sister sky was once inside a little ball
Then BANG! Sincerely, give or take a few billion years
Put him in the cross-hairs of his own perspicacity
See for yourself through his own clever protocol
God is in the machine, and no god but he
Those among us who can’t believe will only ever be
one with the sky or two too many for ones own duality
Koyaanasqaatsi is, frankly, not for me
But take your pick, and sincerely so
Because it’s on sale now, just so you know
Show us who we were when we
saw the sky bold and blindly
Show us who we are as we
rape our sister bare and blithely
Written by BaldyBrown
(Sordid and Sacred)
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