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.: mp3 T Týr - 2003 - Eric The Red (Full) (Re-release 2006)
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: Eric The Red
: 2003
: Full
: Folk / Viking Metal
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: Napalm Records
: 320 KBps
: 183

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01 - The Edge 07:44
02 - Regin Smiður 06:08
03 - Dreams 05:34
04 - The Wild Rover 04:12
05 - Stýrisvølurin 06:58
06 - Ólavur Riddararós 04:37
07 - Rainbow Warrior 05:29
08 - Ramund Hin Unge 04:31
09 - Alive 07:27
10 - Eric The Red 07:41
11 - God Of War 06:23
12 - Hail To The Hammer 03:49
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The Edge
Nightfall in my hall, all I can do is recall as I sit alone in the
Darkness, I confess, my part was not any less than whose I was forced to impress

It was a year ago, I left my heart behind to return, with a longing did I burn, I meant to return
And now a year has gone and everything has changed for the worse and it's on me like a curse, things changed for the worse

Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king
Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge

Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin
Sjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at fara
Brátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnan
Leiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk

I see no other way than on, what will they say when I am gone
I want my memory to be mild, I want it to glow
Upon my pages blood is stained, this way some honour will remain
But I did cause the death of a child both you and I know

And when they came to bleed me dry, I only wonder why did I
On that Easter morn' for the love of my life not vie
Let them kill me just the same, I should have lied and played their game
It is a lesser sin than what I have done since that day

It won't go away, nothing I can say save lay down and pray
What came from within, what came from without,
I can't be about, myself do I doubt ever since that day

Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king
Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge

Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin
Sjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at fara
Brátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnan
Leiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk

New day, we all pay for our mistakes on our way; lead me up the hillside at
Daybreak, my mistake, don't shed a tear at my wake, just believe it's for my own sake

No turning back now
No tears at my wake, I'll pay for my vow
Just march up the hill till we reach the end
Transmigration calls, I long to ascend
It's for my own sake

Regin Smiður
Viljið tær nú lýða á
meðan eg man kvøða
Um teir ríku kongarnar
sum eg vil nú um røða

Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Hundings synir í randargný
teir skaðan gørdu har
Eitur var í svørinum
teir bóru móti mær

Fávnir eitur ormurin
á Glitrarheiði liggur
Regin er ein góður smiður
fáum er hann dyggur

Hann var sær á leikvøllum
ímillum manna herjar
Rívur upp eikikelvi stór
hann lemjir summar til heljar

Eystantil undri heyginum
ið dreingir eyka tal
Dimmur er hesin dapri dagur
niður í mold at fara

Har komm maður á vøllin fram
eingin ið hann kendi
Síðan hatt á høvdi bar
og finskan boga í hendi

Har komm maður á vøllin fram
hann vá við eggjateini
Eyga hevði hann eitt í heysi
knept var brók at beini

Ormurin er skriðin av gullinum
tað man frættast víða
Sjúrður setist á Granar bak
hann býr seg til at ríða

Grani bar gullið av heiði
Brá hann sínum brandi av reiði
Sjúrður vá á orminum
Grani bar gullið av heiði

Translation:

Regin Blacksmith

Will you now listen
whilst I will sing.
About the rich kings
that I will now speak of

Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath

Hundings sons at war
they did damage there
Poison was in the sword
they carried against me

Fafnir is the name of the dragon
that lies on the Glittering Heath
Regin is a good blacksmith
to few is he faithfull

He was on fields of play
rages amongst men
Tears up large oak trunks
he maims some to Hel

On the easten side under the mound
where heroes grow in numbers
Dark is this sad day
down in the mould to go

A man stepped forward upon the field
Noone knew him
He had a wide hat on his head
and a Finnish bow in his hand

A man stepped forward upon the field
raging with his sword
He had one eye
and his trouser legs were buttoned

The dragon has slithered of the gold
it is rumoured widely
Sigfried seats himself on Greyfells back
he prepares himself to ride

Greyfell carried the gold from the heath
He swung his sword in wrath
Sigfried defeated the dragon
Greyfell carried the gold from the heath

Dreams
Ive learned all the lore, Ive been told all the tales
Ancient legends of war are the wind in my sails

The deeds of the brave come alive in the rhyme
And the myth is my ship on the ocean of time

I can feel it is near, I can see it appear and at dawn on the

Glittering Heath I saw it all, gold lay beneath
And the Dragon did meet its bane and was
slain and at Dawn at the
Valkyries hill, crossing the fire, acting her will
Was the slayer and how alive though it seems
I was there in my dreams

Somewhere in time deeds of the day
Became the rhymes we sing today

Where did we come from and where are we now
Is enough information to say where well go

Wherever we go we must go there from here
And we carry our load and we learn all the lore

I can feel it is near, I can see it appear and at dawn on the

Glittering Heath I saw it all, gold lay beneath
And the Dragon did meet its bane and was
slain and at Dawn at the
Valkyries hill, crossing the fire, acting her will
Was the slayer and how alive though it seems
I was there in my dreams

Somewhere in time deeds of the day
Became the rhymes we sing today

In a way we have turned through the pages of
time in a rhyme, gone back as far as we may
In a day we are part of the tales of the brave
as they pave way for descendants in dreams

Somewhere in time deeds of the day
Became the rhymes we sing today

Ive learned all the lore

The Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And never I'll play the wild rover no more

I went to a shanty I used to frequent
And told the landlady my money were spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me
"Nay"
Saying, "Customers like you I can get any day"

And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

I drew from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
The landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
Saying, "I have the whiskey and wine of the best
and the words that I told you were only in jest"

And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

Solo: Terji Skibenæs

I'll go home to my parents, tell them what Ive done
And hope they will pardon their prodigal son
And if they will do as so often before
No never I'll play the wild rover no more

And it's no nay never
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more

Stýrisvølurin
Og hvør ið enn klettum ræður ei á vindi vá
Teir hildu um stýrisvøl tá ódnin legði á
"Legg upp í lotið," rópti ein og samdir teir
hála á stýrisvøl, men alt til fánýtis

Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd,
og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd

Og skriður tín knørrur fram tað sama hvat tú vil
Teir bardust um stýrisvøl men einki róður til
Og enn vit halda stýrisvøl eins og vit
halda vit eru fræls, trælborin óspurd so

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll
í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

Tiltuskað av landnyrðings ódn, og vindurin
leikar í Miðgarði mól
Til Ásgarðs har Askurin stóð, sum træðrirnir
lívsins í lotinum har blaktraðu tá

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll
í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

og fløtur, vitandi hvat mál vit megna livandi
Og feigdin dregur liðandi, vit vála henni
Tigandi á ting

Solo: Heri Joensen
Solo: Terji Skibenæs

Fjakka vit øll um kirkjugarðsvøll
í oyðini høll, um fjarbláu fjøll

Væl vitandi langnunnar leið, men gott er
tað treystið at val er í vón
Óteljandi leiðirnar tær, men ilt er tað
treystið at valið er gjørt, leiðin bert ein

Leiðin er løgd, í gróti er høgd
og eru vit nøgd tá søgnin er søgd

Translation:

And whoever reigns these cliffs, did not defeat the wind
They held the tiller when the storm broke loose
Steer into the wind, shouted one and united they
pulled the tiller, but all in vain

The course has been set, carved in stone
And are we satisfied when the tale is told

And does your ship advance regardless of what you want
They fought over the rudderless tiller
And still we hold the tiller as we
Think we are free, thrallborn unconsulted so

We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains

Drenched and weary by the northwestern
storm, and the winds rages in Midgard
To Asgard where the Ash stood, like the
threads of life then flapped in the breeze

We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains

And plains, knowing what goal we are capable of living
And destiny draws slowly, we drift to meet it

We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains

Well aware of the course of destiny but it is
comforting that choice is before us
Countless your possible courses, but
discomforting that the choice has been made,
only one course

The course has been set, carved in stone
And are we satisfied when the tale is told

Ólavur Riddararós
vørt skal tú riða, Ólavur mín
Á lofti hongur brynja tín

Tú fer ikki at veiða tað hind
Men tú fer til tína leikalind

Hvít er skjúrtan, val er hon tvigin
Í blóði verur hon av tær drigin

Ólavur snúðist síni móður frá
Gud gevi ikki ganga sum mær er spáa

-Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
dansið lystilig

Ólavur ríður eftir bjørgunum fram
-Kol og smiður við
Fann hann upp á eitt álvarann

-Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
dansið lystilig

Út kom eitt tað álvafljóð
-Kol og smiður við
Flættað hár á herðar dró

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
dansið lystilig

Ver vælkomin Ólavur Riddararós
-Kol og smiður við
Tú gakk í dans og kvøð fyri oss

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
dansið lystilig

"Tú tarvt ikki flætta títt hár fyri meg
-Kol og smiður við
Eg eri ikki komin at biðja teg

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
dansið lystilig

''Solo: Heri Joensen''

Eg kann ikki meira hjá álvum vera
-Kol og smiður við
Í morgin lati eg mítt brúdleyp gera"

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
dansið lystilig

Hvat heldur vilt tú sjey vetur liggja á strá
-Kol og smiður við
Ella vil tú í morgin til moldar gá

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
dansið lystilig

Hon skonti honum í drykkjuhorn
-Kol og smiður við
Har fór í tað eiturkorn

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
dansið lystilig

Ólavur studdist við saðilboga
-Kol og smiður við
Hann kysti tá moy av lítlum huga

Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv,
Dansið lystilig

Rainbow Warrior
From the fields of concrete slabs, towers of
stone. cross an ocean before his bow
Came the haggard Warrior all clad in rust of
the Rainbow to tell us how

Our ways unchanged for centuries do dismay
concrete hearts
Wake emotions perfect for his confidence tricks
And though we may be human we are still animals
Weakling of the food chain, the only way
that I see is to

Curse the weak link, Whats out
Come your down fall, Lights out
May your ship sink, Rainbow Warrior floats
no more, there are no Lights on
That obtrusive creep all, Whats on

By the fields of good and green, mountains of
home, in an ocean beneath the sun
Stood the haggard Warrior, now his crusade,
fame and fortune it had begun

So holier than thou art, all marine mammals friend
Change your evil ways now or with terror I strike
Why cant you do like we do, pay your way
round the blood
When its on the table you wont know
whence it came, I say

Curse the weak link, Whats out
Come your down fall, Lights out
May your ship sink, Rainbow Warrior floats
no more, there are no Lights on
That obtrusive creep all, Whats on

Solo: Heri Joensen

To the fields of concrete slabs, towers of
stone. cross an ocean behind his stern
Went the haggard Warrior all clad in rust of
the Rainbow, when will they learn
That nature is against them, with that all
stands and falls
Weakling of the food chain, the only way
that I see is to

Curse the weak link, Whats out
Come your down fall, Lights out
May your ship sink, Rainbow Warrior floats
no more, there are no Lights on
That obtrusive creep all, Whats on

Ramund Hin Unge
Ramund var sig en bedre mand
om han havde bedre klæder
Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
af blågarn, bast og læder
Sådant vil jeg ikke ha, sagde Ramund.
Sådant står mig ikke bra, sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund gik sig ved salten søstrand
der så han syv jætter stande
Tager jeg Ramund på min mindste hånd
og kaster ham langt fra lande
Det gør ikke ene du, sagde Ramund
I må komme alle syv, sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund tog til sit dyre sværd
det han kaldte dymlingen røde
Hug han de jætter syv med en færd
at blodet randt dennem til døde
Der ligger alle syv, sagde Ramund
Alt står jeg her endnu, sagde Ramund hin unge

Solo: Heri Joensen
Solo: Terji Skibenæs

Kejseren ud af vinduet så
med angst og sorrigfuld mine
Hvo er den mand, i gården mon stå
og der så hæsselig grine?
Det er mig, jeg har lyst, sagde Ramund
Med dig at vov en dyst, sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund tog til sin store kniv
den han kaldte dymlingen dyre
Skilte han kejseren ved hans liv
at hovedet fløj femten mile
Jeg mente den ej bed, sagde Ramund
Dog rinder blodet ned, sagde Ramund hin unge

Translation:

The Young Raymond

Raymond was a better man
if he was better clad
The queen gave him fine clothes
of blueyarn, bast and leather
I do not want such, said Raymond
It does not suit me, said the yound Raymond

Raymond walked along the salty beach
There he saw seven giants standing
I will take Raymond on my smallest hand.
And throw him far offshore
You will not do that alone, said Raymond
You must come all seven of you, said the young Raymond

Raymond took his dear sword
The one he called the red Dimling
He hew the seven giants simultaneously
So that they bled to death
There they lie, all seven of them, said Raymond
And I still stand here, said the young Raymond

The Emperor looked out the window
In fright and with a sad face
Who is that man that stands in the yard
and laughs so terribly
It is I, and I would like, said Raymond
To challenge you to fight, said the young Raymond

Raymond took his large knife
The one he called the dear Dimling
He took the Emperors Life
So that the head flew fifteen miles
I thought it was blunt, said Raymond
And yet the blood flows, said the yound Raymond

Alive
Essence, divergence, freedom, dependence
where to belong to, Im longing, belongings
what to relate to, our nations try, my
patience dry, relations lie that
This is our essence, theres no way behind the
back wall of us all, and theres no way round the
side walls of mind halls, hide behind the curtains
thick folds and grow old, never know for certain

how things would be if you were to be free
and how high you could fly if youd really try

Go tell the world were coming, just a matter
of belief and space and time
Till were gonna ride the wind of changes, sail
the seas of this immense millennium
Now sharpen your old axes, shine your
armours and your sword of sight and sound
My warriors, lets go down together, time will
tell us whether we will do or die
Our destiny is calling, calling, falling
Falling off the world and down were hurled
you know the word
Theres no use in hiding, destiny will find you
Running or fighting, its always right behind you

how things would be if you were to be free
and how high you could fly if youd really try

Eric The Red
Why I take refuge here, my father was
outlawed from the old land in east
A story of bloodshed and I too was outlawed,
now I take refuge here

What brings you here my friend, what brings
you north to where hell is of ice
South from the sand dunes where hell is of
fire, why have you come so far
Anywhere, you dont care where you

Go as long as there are faithless you can
make believe need help
And that you have the cure, of your
intentions, Im sure
I cant bring it all to reason youve
convinced these people that all
Their ancestors were wrong, disoriented they
do not know where they belong
Like a virus youll go on, and when Im dead and gone
Both sides waging war will be for one true divinity

Like a virus youll go on, and when Im dead and gone
Both sides waging war will be raging in the
name of one true divinity

This I dont understand, why this perverted
superhuman ideal
So we are born to nothing but torture and
torment, that, I dont understand

Clearly I see the end, I pray that the embers
will persist from my faith
Clearly Im outnumbered, allegedly outdated,
since your arrival here.
Anywhere, you dont care where you

Go as long as there are faithless you can
make believe need help
And that you have the cure, of your
intentions, Im sure
I cant bring it all to reason youve
convinced these people that all
Their ancestors were wrong, disoriented they
do not know where they belong

Like a virus youll go on, and when Im dead and gone
Both sides waging war will be for one true divinity
Just convert the whole wide world, into the
abyss we are hurled
Sentenced come end of the world, spare me
your selfrighteous word

God Of War
Tell me not that there is a higher
Truth to life than my own
And forces of unseen kind
Beyond our imagination
At the end of the day
Right or wrong must depend on
Weak or strong, and how would we
Hang the last hangman

The truth is sad
Much wants more
Hang your head
Ask what for
We sacrifice
Blood and gore
Before the eyes
Of the God of War

I believe not life could ever exist
without the survival of the fittest

Maybe this is the best
We can do with what we have
Should we not just be grateful
Privileged as we are
Walking this rugged old planet
Who are we to complain
Such is the nature of man
This was to be our lot

The truth is sad
Much wants more
Hang your head
Ask what for
We sacrifice
Blood and gore
Before the eyes
Of the God of War

Hail To The Hammer
Longing eyes turn into the sun
Low in the winter
Grey as a wolf now the wind has come
Cold as a hunter

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the Hammer

Narrow eyes turn against the wind
Out from the ocean
Until the day when we sail again
Life is a long pain

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the Hammer

To the god of thunder
The god that's protecting us all
All hail to the giant hunter
And hail to the forces of nature all

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the Hammer
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