Skovens Dybe Stilhed Stilhed ingen vind rør sig Skovens dybe stilhed Tæt tæt omfavnende Løvet falmet og faldet – mosklædte sten Den stille tætte tåge lægger sig Indhyller træerne i sit blege skumle dis Sagte stemmer hvisker fra det skjulte Dansende vætter om den stille skovsø Granskovens dybe tætte stilhed – en verden for sig Små flakkende lys danser i skovbunden Tunger af dis snor sig gennem skovens lysninger Mens de gamle graner stille fortæller Deres livs eventyr – stilheden Bækkens liflige friske piblen Et livstegn som stadig lyder Indtil vinteren standser den i sit frysende greb. (Lyric by Hrimner © 2002) The Deep Silence of the Forest Silence – No wind moves The deep silence of the forest Close, close embracing Leaves faded and fallen – moss-covered rocks The deep silent mist is closing in Covering the trees in it’s pale creepy haze Tiny voices whispering from their hiding Dancing fairies around the quiet forest lake The deep dense silence of the coniferous forest A world of it’s own Tiny flickering lights on the forest floor Tongues of mist twisting through the glades While the old trees quietly tells Tales of their lives – The silence The fresh sound of the water stream A sign of life that still sounds Until winter stops it in it’s freezing grip

Vintervarsel (Varsler fra den Vise) Isnende kulde – den bidende vind Ravnenes skrig gennemskærer den frostklare luft Varsler fra den Vise Den enøjede Alfader Isvinden taler sit klare trøstesløse sprog Harske ord om den kommende vintervarsel Vinteren over alle vintre Varsler igen og igen... Stille men sikkert knuger frosten sit greb Ingen nåde – ingen varme Tusmørket nærmer sig Vinden går i nord og bærer Ulvens hyl Der er ingen vej tilbage (Lyric by Hrimner © 2003) Winter Forecast (Alerts from the Wise) Icy cold - the biting wind The cries of the ravens cut through the frost-clear air Alerts from the Wise The one-eyed Alfader The ice wind speaks its clear inconsolable language Harsh words about the coming winter forecast Winter over all winters Alerts again and again ... Quietly but surely the frost tightens its grip No grace - no warmth Twilight is approaching The wind blows north and carries the howl of the Wolf There is no going back

Cirklens ender samles I natten hvor jeg farer vild i skove af mægtige urtræer med visdom af de 1000 års evigt eksisterende erindring da ser jeg i skovens lysning danser de gamle vætter til elverpigernes finskønne sang og alfernes fløjtetoner I solens brændende middagsstråler vandrer jeg mod bjerge med tinner af det skinnende sølv og vildfarne massive blokke på de grove klippehylder fanger jeg øjeblikket mellem to bjergtroldes lystige pludren og stenenes skred ad væggen Og morgengry bader mig blidt i havets skummende brus dybt og blåt – som titusind spejle her hilser jeg havgudens kamp mod ormen i bølgernes kaotiske brølen her svøbes min hud i skum her renses min krop og sjæl Aftentimen fanger mig i græssets bløde tæppe et øje lukket vågent blik lytter til Moder Jords hjerte drømmer om tider som engang var drømmer om ravne og hammer vågner blot ét sekund til lyden af gudernes stemmer da ved jeg det er nu jeg drages af mit kaldt tiden er nu inde cirklens ender samles. (Lyric by Stine Hoppe © 2001) As the Ends of the Circle Connects At night where I get lost In forests of mighty ancient trees With wisdom of the 1000 years eternal existing memories there in the glade of the forest I see the old spirits dancing to the beautiful singing of the elven girls and the flutes of the fairies In the sun’s burning mid-day shining I wander to the mountains With peaks of shining silver and wild massive rocks at the rough rock shelves I grasp the moment of two trolls lustful babble and the sliding of rocks at the mountain side And the dawn is bathing me softly In the foaming waves of the see Deep and blue – like ten-thousand mirrors Here I hail the Ocean-God’s battle with the Worm In the chaotic roaring of the waves Here my skin is covered in foam Here my body and soul is cleansed The evening hour catches me In the soft grass One eye closed Ever watchful Listening to the heart of Mother Earth Dreaming about times that once was Dreaming about Ravens and the Hammer I awake for a moment By the voices of the Gods Then I know the time is now I’m drawn by my call The time is now the Ends of the Circle connects