Soulgrind
The Origins of the Paganblood
1. The Valley
Through the journey we are suffering
I found myself deep inside the shattered mind,
For I had lost all trace of the straight path.
Ah how hard it is to tell what it is like,
How the journey was, how dense and rugged !
To think of it still fills my mind with pain.
Day is now fading, and the dusky air
Release the creatures dwelling here in death
There is darkness which weeps in heaven
So that heaven's strict decree is broken.
A loud thunder shattered the deep
Sleep in my head, sleep in my head
I stood straight up with a steady stare,
Sleep in my head, sleep in my head
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
The truth is I found myself upon the edge
Of the chasm of the valley of salted tears
Which stores the clamor of unending crying.
Dark and deep and foggy is is the valley
2. Northlander
These mournful shadows are sealed in ice
Where we praise their shine with no shame
Where all the crushing rocks converge
And through all of North we spread his name
Hooded and dark walked the man among the shade
Showed the strength while the earth weaped
Search of innocence, young and pure
Before they were there, in the darkened hole
Welcomed is Northlander
The strength power from Northlands
Welcomed are shine and glaze
The iron, force and ice
They saw along the sides and on the bottom
The livid blackened all pocked full of holes
The place where we have come to clamber down
The Souls of grinded, darkened paganhood
"A wolf that lies in its lair never gets meat, or a sleeping man victory"
Name the last of the destructions
Name the third of the destroyers
From the portals of Pohjola
To the narrowest of gate-way
When thou hast still farther wandered
Where the walls are forged from iron
And from steel the outer bulwark
I can quench the flames of passion
I can meet the prowling wild-beasts
I have plowed the serpent-pastures
Plowed the adder-fields of Northland
Bring to me my battle-armor
Bring my magic mall of cooper
Bring me too my father's broadsword
Keep the old man's blade from rusting
3. When Those Nights Have Circled Over
For devils have all power by a certain subtle art
An art can permanently produce a true form
Can bring about any permanent cure
Impediments brought about by blessed magic charms
Master of all the Masters of the laws
Second to nature, second to love
Second to birth of wrath and death
The feast of the blessed
The feast of the future in us
When the nights have circled over
As I linger in the waters
As I wander through the ocean
All this life is cold and dreary
Painful here is every motion
Come I pray thee, hither hasten,
Hasten more that thou art needed
From the shining of the new sun
From the lighting of the full moon
I will set my face against the cross
And destroy lies out of the midst of my people
In whom there is a divine spirit arising
Those persons are said to be weak, soon forgotten
4. Red River
It all begins with blood
Whose flesh becomes the Earth
Whose bones the mountains
And whose skull the sky
And so legends begin with pain
The birth, agonies of love
Unlike the god on the book
These earthy entities seem close and tangible
Both in form and spirit
A heathen does not weep for lost Eden
But carves a new garden from the living earth
Seeds it with passions and pain
Feasts on the fruits before Underworld prevails
The Pagan is determined to enjoy the earth
To nourish the future with the blood
Pagan world with wonders and vitality
Anything worth having costs a little pain
Our words rustle on the winds
Our anger falls like thunderbolts
Shattering hearts and thrones alike
Both in form and spirit
Red River Cycle of birth
5. The Tree of Life
A virgin is brought naked
Under the tree, into the circle
Her maiden's blood is blended
with muddied earth and dried heather
Blood is sealed into the bottle
Covered in black cloth for 13 nights
A little is smeared onto every plow and spade
To ensure that land can give what it can
The body is burned, to blend to ash
Blood is sprayed on the new lambs
The body is burned, for the new, hands
She is now the high priestess of the night
She gave ultimate price of her love
From her comes all, all becomes her
From her death rises life again
She is now the high priestess of the night
She gave ultimate price of her love
The true flames will devour her
She will put the one into the fire
The Great North will enter South
The Great Leader will put death to every man
The body is burned, to blend to ash
Blood is sprayed on the new lambs
The body is burned, for the new, hands
6. Autumn
Sitting on the rocks in water
On the stone-blocks in the river
Take the foam and white capped billows
Glowing, rise above the waters
Lift thy head above the whirlpool
Gather well the foam and billows
Autumn, shines through the water
Autumn, death and birth, all in same
Through the rocky walks and channels
Through the surges wildly tossing
And the vessel passed in safety
Through the dangers of the current
Through the sacred stream and whirlpool
As it gains the open worlds
7. Flesh Marionette
Upside down, the wall is watching
As the hooks enter the weaker flesh
The burn deep inside my denial
As the fruits rotten with anger of black
Silence of eternal
Through the darkening tree
Flesh, the Bones and Fire
Through the night as we bleed
Grey eyes of shades emerald
Little girl with masquerade of serpents
Horns of the dark jewels
As black swallows again
Die, die, die, pain, pain
And more they shall be still, until the Grey comes
Who shall make us perish in our pain
He shall not feed on either earth or pelf
But upon death, and on pain and plague
It all weeps in all my thoughts and is despondent
Pain such made me that beast without peace
Which, coming on against me by degrees
Thrust me back thither where the sun us silent
While I am rushing downward to the lowland
Before mine eyes did The One present himself
Who seemed from long-continued silent hoarse
Before mine eyes did The One present himself
8. Paganblood
From the primeval times
To the great expanse of fallen
In the infinite, in the far
Outstretching spaces
Ride the sign as water-mother
Towards the east, and also southward
Towards the west, and also northward
The sea in all directions
In a solitude of ethereal
From the East in fierceness
Whips the ocean into surges
Strikes the stars with sprays of weeping
Union now of force and beauty
Sink the storm-winds into slumber
Play the forces of the Northland
Till at last in full conception
Ride the sign as water-mother
Towards the east, and also southward
Towards the west, and also northward
The sea in all directions
9. The Watchful Eye & the Old Way
The constant dirge of mortality and sin
Ranking your wondering sensibilities
This world your passions cried
Is no dying sin-tr (sic)
But a glorious reflection of all Divinity
O' yes, you found her
Denied your inspiration by the hanging god's words
You sought out darker corners
To find the source of your muse
O' yes, you found her
Slowly lower your eyes
Stare intently at the dwelling
Several of the Names
Do not have words
But a seal for each name
Has been given through the vale
But a seal for each name
Has been given through the vale
And she made you her own
There is no longer room in your soul for lies
O' yes, you found her
O' yes, you found her
10. Circle of Pain & Glory
No one would mistake the Northlander for an angel
Life is cruel, the harsh lands which reserve old secrets
Like the North, the Pagan gods are remorseless
In the way, that christians declare Satan is evil
Bribe the soil with rituals and blood
Hail the hearts of ancient gods
The Circle of Pain
That marks life on this earth
The Circle of glory
Has begun to spin faster and faster
The war as a remembrance of those
Who marked the paths, upon which we now walk
The union of this is not attended with any danger
But with force of desire and passion, time
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