Hræfnas wæcc
Min wegléastgang
Pæððende beorg and holt
Ic gemete ǽrsceaft
Forwyrd geneosed
Hit géardagum
Isengrægmann berende
Blæc hacele ætíeweþ
Ámang regn gefeteþ
Ic ápinsie hira wyrd
'Hwær foron hie,'
Ic cweðe léohtlíce
'Sitt mid me,'
Sprect se wóriend
'Gif þu wilt
Hiere hira saga.'
He áreccþ inwitspell of
Hild gefohten ærhwílum
Æt undéadlic land
Wiþ fyrstig entcynn
Æt niht lyft hlúttreþ
We líhtaþ fyr
He gief medu tó me
And we up ábregdaþ cuppan
Hálettende steorres
And hie gebúende þærinne
His án éage beorhteþ
In hira líhtung
translation:
Ravens watch while
I make my wilderness journey
Traversing hill and forest
I come across an ancient building
Ruin visited
It a long time ago
A grey man wearing
A black cloak appears
While rain falls
I ponder their fate
'Where went they,'
I say quietly
'Sit with me,'
Says the vagabond
'If you would
Hear their story.'
He tells a tale of
A battle fought long ago
By the immortal lands
Against frosty giant-kind
At night the sky clears
We light a fire
He gives mead to me
And we raise our cups
Hailing the stars
And those dwelling there
His one eye shines
In their light
Bridging Nordic black metal with traditional Celtic folk, the Idaho crushers forge heavy music with a heroic medieval spirit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2023