Theudho - Treachery
Original Version LP Version 1. Awakening of the Emperor 4:41 1. Awakening of the Emperor 4:41 2. Tuisto 4:52 2. Tuisto 4:52 3. Amandus 4:31 3. Amandus 4:31 4. Blót 4:44 4. Blót 4:44 5. The Architect 5:15 5. The Architect 5:15 6. Foreboding Dreams 5:26 6. Foreboding Dreams 5:26 7. Rígsþula 5:12 7. Rígsþula 5:12 8. The Sword of Cheru 4:34 8. The Sword of Cheru 4:34 9. The Frozen Seas of Atland 4:08 9. The Frozen Seas of Atland 4:08 10. Treachery 5:02 10. Treachery 5:02 total time 48:25 total time 48:25
1. Awakening of the Emperor 1. Awakening the Emperor: Sleeping heroes are a recurrent theme in European folklore; not only the German Emperor Frederik Barbarossa, but also historical figures and legendary heroes such as Wijukind, Charlemagne, Ariovist, King Arthur, Holger, Danske and the knight of Allaberg are said to be sleeping until their countries need their assistance. Rise! “The emperor never really died; He remains hidden in the mountain, Together with his loyal knights, Sleeping until he will be needed.” In this era of darkness and despair When all hope has left the hearts of man A long awaited event draws near The awakening of the Emperor Rise, Germany rise! Take back your splendour! “The glory of the empire vanished An age of slavery prevailed, But one day he will return, When the time is right.” Here the emperor sleeps A sharpened sword at hand A beard red as blazing fire Now reaching unto his feet Rise, Germany rise! Take back your splendour! “Once every hundred years Alberich observes the ravens; The Emperor will resume his rest, Enchanted for yet another century As long as the ravens fly The emperor remains asleep One day an eagle will spread his wings A shining sword will bring back order Rise, Germany rise! Take back your splendour! 2. Tuisto 2. Tuisto According to Tacitus, the Teutons hailed Tuisto as their mythic progenitor. His three grandsons are the direct ancestors of the Ingarvones, the Herminones and the Istaevones. Born from the earth, early in time Father of Mannu ; first of our kind Tuisto … Reaching back to the dawn of time Your essence lies dormant in our blood Tuisto … “In this age of darkness We reach for the power within Oh, great father of all Our connection to the soul Immortalised in our being Passed on through bonds of blood Sons of Ingvæ Irmin and Istvæ” Along the borders of the North Sea shores To the highest peaks of the north Tuisto … From the darkened woods in the south To the Anglo-Saxon islands Tuisto … Thousands of years have gone by The memory faded, but was not erased Tuisto … Engraved in northern slopes Embedded in our very being Tuisto … 3. Amandus 3. Amandus Contemporary history portrays the Christianisation of the Germanic territories as a beautiful, wonderful thing; however Sagas and chroniclesz prove that the opposite is true.Amandus was a French missionary bishop who came to Flanders to spread “the new faith”. He was fiercly persecuted by the common people, who clung to the old faith; but he was sadly more successful with the greedy nobility. Slithering from the south Like venomous snake Carrying poison to our pagan lands A herald of a degenerate faith The runes are carved, The swords are sharpened We are eager to spill your blood The runes are carved, The swords are sharpened Under the cloak of night we’ll come “Pater noster, qui es in caelis, Sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adventat regnun tuum. Fiat voluntas tua. Sicut in caelo et in terra.” “We oppose the rule of your god, We tread upon the cross of slavery, We rejoice when your temples burn; Eternally we hail the one-eyes god” Sent by the greed of Clotaire To deceive the pagans of Ghent Using trickery and foul deceit To lure them into spiritual slavery The runes are carved, The swords are sharpened We are eager to spill your blood The runes are carved, The swords are sharpened Under the cloak of night we’ll come Smash down our holy idols Cut down our sacred oaks The voice of our gods sounds eternally Destined to outlive your poor wretched lies 4. Blót 4. Blót The Old Norse word “blót” (Old English “Blótan”) originally means “to strengthen” and is now used to refer to heathen sacrifice. The oldest form of this practice consists of laying down offerings near sacred places as bogs, falls, rocks and trees. Sacrifices can be made for good harvest, fertility and victory in combat. “Veistu hve rista skal? Veistu hve ráda skal? Veistu hve fáa skal? Veistu hve freista skal? Veistu hve bidja skal? Veistu hve blóta skal? Veistu hve senda skal? Veistu hve sóa skal?” “Sigrúnar skaltu kunna, Ef vilt sigr hafa, Ok rista á hjalti hjörs, Ok nefna tysvar Tý.” Hail to Day! Hail to the sons of Day! To night and her daugher hail! With placid eyes Behold here, And here sitting Give us victory Wuotan … Valfadr Wuotan … Valfadr Wuotan … Valfadr Wuotan … Valfadr Hail to the Æsir! Hail to the Asyntur! Hail to the bounteous earth! 5. The Architect 5. The Architect Although Christians tried to destroy every aspect of our heathen heritage, the theme of the Germanic myth of Loki and the master builder persisted as a common motif in Germanic folk tales. The giant is most often supplanted by the Christian devil, while Loki is replaced by a folk hero or a clever peasant or priest… “An architect and his horse Came to Asgard, And offered to erect a wall, To protect the mighty gods From the wretched giants. In exchange for this service, He demanded a curious payment; Th goddess Freyja, moon and sun. Were to be delivered unto him Panic grew among the gods As the mighty wall arose Soon the word will be done And the awful debt must be paid How can the gods Part from moon and sun? And deliver Freyja To Jötunn hands? In disguise Loki lured the horse away To prevent Completion of the wall “The architect retightened to Asgard Only to find the Thunderer Who answered his rage By crushing his skull.” 6. Foreboding Dreams 6.Foreboding Dreams At night Baldur was troubled by nightmares that foretold his death. Mounted on his eight-legged steed, Wuotan rode to the depths of Hel to consult a seeress from beyond the grace. Ah her burial mount, Wuotan sung magic chants to resurrect her. She, too, predicted that Baldur would soon be a guest in the realm of Hel… Dreams of darkness, Dreams of death Dreams of darkness, Slowly hastening its tread Grim dreams torment me at night Dreams which I foresee my own death No distinct memory remains Of these things that haunt my sleep Only visions of my own demise Lurking in the shadows of my mind “Fear not, my troubled son. All things on this earth will pledge an oath Never to harm you in any way; No evil will ever cross your path.” Mounted on his eight-leafed steed Vegtamr rode to the depths of Niflher To resurrect a dead seeress Who confirmed Balder’s untimely death Proclaiming the downfall of the word Before sinking back into her grave 7. Rígsþula 7. Rigspula A long time ago, the god Heimdall wandered upon the earth using the Rigr. On that occasion, his divine his divine blood enriched the bloodlines of the three classes; Thrall (serfs), Karl (peasants) and Jarl (nobility). To each class he brought appropriate knowledge. Jarl learned to use weapons and shared the wisdom of the runes. His youngest son, Konur, became the first king of Denmark. “At kvadu ganga Grænar brautir Oflgan ok alldinn As kunnigan Rig stiganda.” Rigr kunni peim rad at segia, Reis hann upp padan, red; at sogna Meirrr lagdi; hann midrar rekie, En a hlid hvara hion salkynna 8. The Sword of Cheru 8. The Sword of Cheru The Norns decreed that whoever held the Sword of the Theru (Tiwa; Tyr) would come to rule the world, but would also meet his own demise because of the weapon. A number of Teutonic and Roman conquerors are said to have wielded this blade. Even Atilla the Hun would have possessed this mythic weapon. According to the legend, he duke of Alva was the last one to own the sword. Ever since, the weapon has been missing. “Crafted by the sons of Ivald, Once guarded in a temple, Reflecting the morning sun, Now a tool in the hands of the Norns. Whoever wields it rules the world! Given to him by a stranger Vitellius owned the sword Hailing him as emperor Eventually meaning his downfall Whoever wields it will meet his end! “Flung by fate, Into the hands of a German soldier He cut off Vitellius’ head With the sacred sword” Wherever he and his sword were found Victory on the battlefield was assured Time passed by The Scourge of God held the blade Assuring victory upon victory Until Ildico helped fate Whoever wields it rules the world! 9. The Frozen Seas of Atland 9. The Frozen Seas of Atland There are many theories concerning the location of the mythic continent Atlantis, and the reason why it disappeared. One theory states that a meteor caused the axis and the tectonic plates of the earth to shift. Atlantis ended up in the polar area: the South Pole. Imagine a lost civilization, buried under tons of ice. Here our memory lies Frozen in ice Erased from this earth Awaiting rebirth Our mortal lives are long gone But our recollection is clear I remember the day When the earth trembled And when fire filled the sky The stars lost their place The serpent beat the waves I heard the howling in the air The wolf broke his chains The end came so fast Destroying the kings of man Wiping cities away Civilisation ends here … and our bodies lie Buried in the Sea … and our legacy died 10. Treachery 10. Treachery Charlemagne waged a war against the heathen Saxons. Unable to defeat them in combat, he invited the Saxons to discuss a peace treaty. Instead of discussing peace, he ordered 4500 unarmed men to be decapitated. This is the nature of Christianity; treachery and deceit. A shadow rose across the land And found its way into the hearts of man Captured by an alien faith Men turned into scum of earth “All the treachery in your name Resistance was in vain All the oaths and pledges you took Wiped away for your selfish gain You betrayed your fathers gods For the glory of Christ You devastated your people For this selfish lie” Marching on the Saxon stronghold Hoping to spread this disease A disease you call faith You fight and struggle Why does your “god” sty clear? “All the treachery in your name Resistance was in vain All the oaths and pledges you took Wiped away for your selfish gain You betrayed your fathers gods For the glory of Christ You devastated your people For this selfish lie” Your nature urges you to deceive Kill unarmed men The goal justifies the means You cannot serve both Your conscience and your “god” Dream of wealth, All you see are pools of blood Lyrics in plain text format