Wolfarian

New song from the upcoming album Vegr. Join the release party in Brno (@HeathenForayOfficial, @aethermetal, @odraedir)
Tickets: https://www.smsticket.cz/vstupenky/58227-wolfarian-krest-noveho-alba-vegr-prvni-patro-brno-wolfarian

camera and production: Miroslav Lavický
Ninetytwo Production s.r.o.

actors:
Zangief
Jan Pavlis
Wolfgar
Karel Peltán
Robert Sonntag

Music, guitars: Matěj Růžička
Lyrics, growl: Karel Peltán
Vocals: Hana Hrubešová
Flute: Hana Osifová
Violin: Kristýna Šindelková
Bass: Alexandr Egorov
Drums: Rostislav Gregor
Keyboards: Radek Krejčí

Lyrics:
Cold wind blows,
Freezing deeper into bones,
Where Odr sails, we follow,
To know …

Old root hides,
Well of the truth, well of the lie,
To Mimir it's pledge ties…
… deep in Jotunheimr.

Listen to the branches of the old tree,
To the rustlings of doom and of an uncertain future.
To see one must close the eye,
The eye … the eye .. the eye … the eye … the eye … the …

Eye. It’s price for all man’s faith,
in waters that wisdom contains.
Deep cold breaks our restrains,
That kept us chained forever
and ever firm-locked with compromise
that ties price of wise-
being in Jotunheimr.

In front of us, mist spreads out
by the wind that longly howls
reveals ice walls framing shore…
… let’s open the door.

Hey! Ho! Grab the oar.
Pull! Push! Firm as boar.
Our hands are weak, our throats are sore,
one last wave to meet the shore.

Eye. It’s price for one man’s faith,
in waters that wisdom contains.
Deep cold breaks our restrains,
That kept us chained forever
and ever firm-locked with compromise
that ties price of wise-
being in Jotunheimr.

Left! Right! Through the night.
Up! Climb! Towards the light.
Deep, long fall ensures our might,
yet strengths are sparse and no top in sight.

Hati fades.
Far you hear Algridr’s reins.
Freeze melts down in your hearths.
… Let’s quench all the stars.

So I reach out with hand of mine,
I grab my eye, ripping it out,
loud I cry inside I try,
to keep my high, to raise my might.

To be, to feel, to steer the wheel,
to care, to protect what’s dear to me.
Crippled and broken,
threw out my last token.
To be reborn,
I drink from Gjallarhorn.

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