Lyric video

30 September 2017

Happy harvesting season! Here is, finally, the lyric video for our new song Tolv Mand i Skove, filmed in late august on and around Huklehaugen, Svartormyra and Nordlia!

Being a band that sings exclusively in norwegian, to a primarily non-scandinavian audience, I present to you, as usual, a translation of the lyrics. I've tried to keep it as rythmically correct as I managed, but this song was harder to translate than usual. Any anglophone wordsmiths out there are welcome to share any improvements:

Twelve men in the woods, high above the green
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
Birds of prey, surveying from the furthest height unseen
across the fells and forests where they're the powers

The sun is in the shadow of this lawless band of fiends
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
They do not fear the lion, nor the wizard's dark machines
and they display their middle fingers to enchanting liars

High stands elvenhome on the furthest mountain
mirrors the dawnlight

I stood there upon bright mountains
the world it whirled and blew

In hither bygone days ancestral songs we have forgot
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
Dark have been our roads, and our hearts have we kept shut
But hear me now, we pass beyond!

Across the heavens, in their cloaks, they surge ahead
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
as serpents white into our very homes they have been led
and stream their distant flames to every town and shire

High stands elvenhome on the furthest mountain
mirrors the dawnlight

No wizard can, with all their might,
with blank-eyed gazing at endless night
rekindle loved ones from photos, from bones or fells
draws spilled beer from primordial wells
before they too depart, with nothing to sell
fiddles are flowing, streaming, dreaming
Shed not a single tear for the ashes
rivers are running, faster and faster
life is a-gripping tighter and tighter
Don't pray to ashes, strengthen the fire!

Oh, I see him; the wizard in your eyes
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
You conjure up a life of pleasantry and song
but in your gaze, I can see the snake

behind our eyes it lies, the necromancer's dune
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
Our enemies are sailing on our inner sea of moon
as we descend into darkness

High stands elvenhome on the furthest mountain
mirrors the dawnlight's sun

Written by
Magnus Wandås