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Paganheart

(2008)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresBlack Metal
LabelsFuneral Moonlight Productions
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Paganheart Lyrics

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1. At the Heart of a Mountain
Like gods of the sky
On shimmering twilight eves
I’ll find no rest
Though the world sleeps
Dearest lady of the moon
Your siren call haunts me
As the wolfsbane blows
Cursed by the wind

My fate rests at the heart of a mountain
I am hymned to the shore
I cross the sea to the caverns and chasms
The realms of mountain lords

I’ll scale this wall of earthly stone
Till I find the hidden keep
The one that holds the secrets of ages
Imprisoned in the very rock
Oh spirits of ancient lore
For you I’ve traveled far
In search of wisdom and faith
From beyond horizons

My sword is raised to the sky
A steel spire on the tower of mountains

I have made a sacred oath
A pact in darkness with nature
Obsidian conspiracy
I shall conquer the mountain within me

From highest peaks, the keeps of ice
To emerald hills of rolling green
From withered plains and dreary marshland
To the crashing waves of briny seas
This world will become the casket
To which I’ll cast unworthy souls
With my steel slaying them all
Feigning a siren that beckons to fools

My fate is at the heart of a mountain
I am one with the earth
I wear the garb of war
Dripping thick in blood immersed

I shall conquer the mountain within me
I shall conquer the mountain within me
I shall conquer the mountain within me
I shall conquer…
2. In My Wooden Temple
In my forest cold
In my lair of oak
I call on the will of ancients
Gods of nature and entropy
Crush the human spirit ‘neath your mighty roots
Cleanse the world of humanity

In my wooden temple
Where the light of Jehovah shines not
I behold my crest of swords
A sigil that spits in the face of God
I tread not on the path of holy prayer
At the heart of nature I shall dwell
I reach for isolation
You’re still reaching for a personal hell

Entities of enchanted woods
Deities of olden ways
I am your loyal priest
Pagan blasphemer

My heart is an oaken shield
Defeating the poison arrows of your meaningless faith

I call upon the spirit of the wind
To erode your God like a castle in sand

For I was born of night
As a guardian of wrath
Tomorrow never comes for you
A new day will not dawn
Forever I’ll stay true
And forever bare the flame
And ever long reside…

In my wooden temple
In my wooden temple
In my wooden temple
In my wooden temple
3. Rats in the Undergrowth
Frostlicked crest where light won’t shine
Bubonic temple in tundra growth
Where heroes pledge bravery to a craven shrine
Homunculus gestates a living host

He is the mandrake
Birthgiver of plague

Autonomous!
Nomadic, verminous
Autonomous!
Prognatus Aegrus

Winterfire, immortal born
A stygian hearth in accolade
To tyrant gods
Only ever for tyrant gods

O firebrand, guide my way
Lead my sword to wrathful slaughter
O firebrand, betrayer and cad
A whirlwind blade will spell thy doom

Birthgiver of plague

Autonomous!
Nomadic, verminous
Autonomous!
Prognatus Aegrus
4. Pagan Swords Prevail
Chiming on the wind they clash in a blaze of fire
A violent clamor heard high on mountaintops
Mjollnir calls us all to the glory of battle
Odin be our guide and never let our steel tire

Upon the hills of warring foes
Pagan swords prevail
On battlefields where proud men fight
Pagan swords prevail
In the name of blood and conquest
Pagan swords prevail
Thru the day and thru the night
Pagan swords prevail

Hundreds of horses thundering across the glades
Racing off to war, our banners fly high in the wind
Our blades thirst for blood, for pagan steel grows ever restless
Heimdall sounds the horn, Ragnarok is now at hand

Where wars beget a tapestry
Pagan swords prevail
We proudly fight and though some fall
Pagan swords prevail
In a time when legends rise
Pagan swords prevail
With the sons of Odin on our side
Pagan swords prevail

Worshippers of Frey, wield your swords to make him proud
Hundingsbana’s wrath will fill our steel with it’s own
Let there be no mercy or forgiveness in our hearts
Across the Bifrost Bridge lies our kingdom Valhalla

Upon the hills of warring foes
Pagan swords prevail
On battlefields where proud men fight
Pagan swords prevail
In the name of blood and conquest
Pagan swords prevail
Thru the day and thru the night
Pagan swords prevail
5. Battle March
Stride into the fray
And ride on the wings of your demise
Today of all days
Is a glorious day to die
None shall remember why we fought
Till our final breath
But if battle pleases the gods
I shall sing to Odin for a warriors death

Battle march

I fear no marauder’s blade
Nor witch or wizard’s spell
Fight I shall until I breathe no more
And heed the call of the death knell
Ascend shall I to the gates of Valhalla
Cleansed in heavenly showers
The gates open wide in welcome
As I enter treading on the skulls of cowards

Battle march

Stride into the fray
And ride on the wings of your demise

Alone in the dark
Far from the light
My sword is by my side
War-torn in the cold
The battle wages on
Bloodlust, instinct, never ending

War!

Ride in battle, sons of Odin
Ride into battle, march!

Battle march
6. Endless Dark Rivers
Once upon a primordial shore
On sandaled feet, apposing the waters
Brigades of men, combatants of old
Point their steel at a setting sun

Lo, the light retreats
And wild beasts tarry not
For their nightly hibernation
Though ghosts of war dance on the waves

I remember long ago
When carefree we fished the rivers
As children it was our own world
In the chasms of yesteryear
I can see now the battlefield
Blood and water merge
A river blackened with death
Endless dark rivers

These lands have been forsaken
Tainted by swords of fury
Drink not the graveyard waters
The streams are flowing poison
A curse upon us all
All has been for naught
Lands scorched with war
Blighted by onslaught

Ruined tides, blood of many
Contamination from shore to plain
A river blackened with death
Endless dark rivers
7. Heart of Darkness
All the while as ghost ships pass in the night
Neath the hulls, the blackened sea reflects the moonlight
Each star glimmers upon the telluric waves
With wings of steel, Death circles above to proclaim his reign

I will no longer fear the night
I’ve been exiled from paradise
My heart, it burns in icy thrall
I feel the dark inside my soul

In darkened shroud, spectral forms danse macabre nocturnal
On graves unmarked, across olden plains of majesties infernal
Mountains old, row on row, grim horizons of demise
Walk the path, but do not go gentle into the night

I will no longer fear the dark
Upon my brow I bare the mark
A devil’s idea of abstract art
I feel the night inside my heart

My life is a shield of pain and you know how I bleed
Beware all you mortals for my journey is of me

Long I dreamt of heeding the night
And stealing away to the shadows
I walk hand in hand with death
Down a long forgotten road
A path neither meant for Heaven nor Hell
Call of the raven, be my siren
Guide me to my limbonic cell
Where within I’ll dwell as a tyrant

I will no longer fear the night
I’ve been exiled from paradise
My heart, it burns in icy thrall
I feel the dark inside my soul

My life is a shield of pain and you know how I bleed
Beware all you mortals for my journey is of me
8. Oathbound
Ravages of ages
Erosion of old
On purest earthly stone
In my forest cold
History speaks the tales of tyrants
Once upon these ancient shores
Every one, an Ozymandias
Long buried by time and tide

Winds from the iron mountain
Sweep the tides away
Oceans rise and visit distant shores
Yet the current may return someday

My truth is a temple
Of pagan souls
And on towering spires
I proclaim the oath

I swear to the proud skies
And misty lakes
To forever hold true
And live for the oath
The gods are in and all about me
To them I pledge my sword
Till the long away day
We see the return of pleasant shores

Winds from the iron mountain
Sweep the tides away
Oceans rise and visit distant shores
Yet the current may return someday

My truth is a temple
Of pagan souls
And on towering spires
I proclaim the oath
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