Frelsa mær ástir minn

Frelsa mær ástir minn


In nameless lands of forgotten shores, i ride now up into the mountains. But it wasn't always such...
Over the surface of the waves i went, regardless in what perils could i find so far and deprived of my native land. Alas! What have i done? I have accepted the words of kings that now have succumb to death, among bands of fallen warriors that lie fallen and proud, if i haven't embraced the speech of my noble kinsmen, i wouldn't regret the situation where i am in, for council is often given by those who pronounce fair words, but are faint of heart, and only lies and deceiving are the true purpose in their minds.
The sky is veiled, and men sing around the bonfires, we bore torches and they were shimmering, but all knew that time draws near to certain sorrow and despair, war will destroy some, carring them away, but now is the time to give little heed to wreck and slaughter that will lay all about us.
The swords glittered with the coming of dawn, the light of torches flickered and went out, a sword rang as it was drawn and the furled banner, was released and now was fluttering with the wind.
We march and ride to the mountains, while the winter sun shines through the leaves of the trees. We went in haste, ere the night falls again, hither comes the fading of hope, in our hearts prevails a malady that will not be healed, the longing for home and to see our loved ones, that yearning feeling to swim in the golden waters of our beloved land, that now lies so far and we are wrapped in a grey shadow, where once stood gladness, and memory cannot seize.
But lo! We see great green fields, as vast as the eyes can reach, and the wood yonder, veiled in colors of fire. We were swayed with the beauty of such a place, that we did not heed the strange sounds in our surroundings.
An arrow flew right into my chest, and the sound of swords, axes and spears were heard, echoing in the deep valley with the shouting of men, calling upon challenge and praising the war gods.
I was shivering, the howling and icy north wind was like the gentle touch of her in my face and running down my neck, taking me in her arms.
The sky burst in fire, the clouds were torn asunder, and high above me, that beacon of hope, she was shining, smiling, biding me welcome, to the land of my forefathers and all is well now... How have i desired for this moment to come, my beloved waiting for me, in that place where dreams shared with her, can finaly be true, gladness and joy filled me...
and yes.. all is well now...



Arith Härger

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