Grima from ERDGEIST by Cult of Blood

In this dreadful days of evil
In this last and fleeting age
Magic sayings by the thousands
Hidden in some secret burrow
Words of knowledge never vanish
Though the wise men pass away
In his bosom endless power
Oldest sage with oldest wisdom

Sang the shaping of the moon
Hoisting of the sun on high
Day and night he sang unceasing
Till the hole creation heard
On the sea the waves stood still
And the billows in the bay
Wakened shaken by the word
Rivers forgot to run
From his mouth the magic leaps
On his tongue enchantment rides
Chanted all the charms in order
From the very birth of time

I am wind on sea
I am ocean wave
I am roar of sea
I am stag of seven tines
I am a hawk on a cliff
I am shining tear of the sun
I am fairest among herbs
I am boar for boldness
I am salmon in water
I am a lake on a plain
I am a hill of poetry
I am a word of skill
A song on a spear
An enchantments of wind
Who knows the secrets of the unhewn dolmen?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who knows the place where falleth the sunset
If not I

Citation: Song of Amergin, Kalevala

• Metal
• blackmetal
• darkfolk
• magick
• norse mythology
• pagan
• Switzerland