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Pale One feat. Bob Mathews – Mother Freyja

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Pale One feat. W.A.U. 14 – Viking Princess

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Pale One – Ode To Bob Mathews

In your heart you felt the cause of our age,
In your moment of glory at the crest of the wave,
Like a comet you burned, like a tempest you raged,
As a hero of the people you suffered to save.
As a man against time in a world so bizarre,
In the myst of tomorrow you shine like a star;
In the vision of legends and martyrs afar,
Like a prophet and soldier we know who you are.

Oh, man against time
You lived and then you fought until you died just for your kind,
Oh man against time
Oh man against time
Wherever that I go in life I swear you’re on my mind,
Oh man against time, oh man…

Like the soul that cries forth in it’s hour of pain,
Like the cloud that gives life to the field with it’s rain;
For the hope and the legacy of a race born again,
Destiny called you to rise above men.
And up did you rise, and a hero was born,
A man that we love, and cherish, and mourn;
A legend in time, a bringer of storm,
A vanguard of promise in a world that we scorn.

Oh, man against time
You lived and then you fought until you died just for your kind,
Oh man against time oh man against time
Wherever that I go in life I swear you’re on my mind,
Oh man against time, oh man…

And for every White man in touch with your dream;
As the nightmare unfolds and the white children scream.
You were baptized in flames, you died to defend,
In the fire that claimed you, clutching faith ’till the end.
I will hold your brave memory alive in my soul,
I will teach your proud name to all that I know,
I will live to complete the task you began,
As a worthy and righteous and noble white man.

Oh, man against time
You lived and then you fought until you died just for your kind,
Oh man against time oh man against time –
Wherever that I go in life I swear you’re on my mind,
Oh man against time, oh man…

And if the day dawns when our people are free:
Free to rejoice, to be proud and believe;
You will be like a god unto our fair kind,
Robert Mathews: the man against time.

Asynja – I Vargatider

Kämper köpas – onska övas, mången flyr som skulla stå. Hårt i vargatider prövas, modet hos de sista få. Våldet vredgas – listen snärjer, snöplig vinning lockar låg. Låt oss stå kring våra färger, fast oss knappast någon såg.

Ej för världen – ej för andra, strida vi vår strid till slut. För oss själva – för varandra, stolt vi leka leken ut. Fladdra fladdra fria fana, högt i skyn trots tidens hån. Fast ej morgon mer vi spana, där vi stå i stridens dån.

Kämper köpas – onska övas, mången flyr som skulla stå. Hårt i vargatider prövas, modet hos de sista få. Våldet vredgas – listen snärjer, snöplig vinning lockar låg. Låt oss stå kring våra färger, fast oss knappast någon såg.

Pale One – Revenge

Pale One – 88 Lines

Pale One – Underground And Overseas

Burzum – Tuisto Herz

On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in Skandinawjo - the isles
of Skanthis - a blonde, fur-clad man immortalises his memory of
Mannus, the oldest Ing. A large manlike shape is engraved in the
rock; blood-red in colour, with a large phallus.
His hands are stretching toward the sky. Mannus, the son of
Tuisto, made sure his tribe survived the cold north together with
his sons; Inguz, Herminuz and Istwo. Tuisto's heart is warmed by
the sight of his descendants; he knows the Gods are not
forgotten. Then - he reasons - there is hope after all, for the
coming generations.

I wonder how winter will be
with a spring that I shall never see
I wonder how night will be
with a day that I shall never see
I wonder how life will be
with a light I shall never see
I wonder how life will be
with a pain that lasts eternally
In every night there’s a different black
in every night I wish that I was back
to the time when I rode
through the forests of old
In every winter there’s a different cold
in every winter I feel so old
so very old as the night
so very old as the dreadful cold
I wonder how life will be
with a death that I shall never see
I wonder why life must be
a life that lasts eternally
I wonder how life will be
with a death that I shall never see
I wonder why life must be
a life that lasts eternally

Burzum – Die Liebe Nerthus

Happy men and women follow a trail in the woods. The follow a wagon led by a priest, towards a holy lake. Wonderful colours, dancing happy people, the scene is nature’s love. Dancing along are the thralls, the sacrifice to Mother Earth, this sunny day, dancing along towards a holy lake. Hail to Mother Earth, the thralls are shouting. Hail and joy, before they are strangled and lowered into the lake, happy and smiling, willingly giving their lives to strengthen nature. Such is true love, and it’s strength!





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