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Burzum "Fallen" 2011
Byelobog Productions

Burzum Fallen

English (not American): Tracklist

  1. From The World Tree
  2. I Am Falling
  3. Fallen
  4. Madness
  5. Each Man To His Own, meaning "Each Man Gets What He Deserves"
  6. The Message
  7. To Hel And Back Again


From The World Tree (Introduction)

[Instrumental]

I Am Falling

High up there I stand in time;
in the green, beautiful and warm,
strong tree crown, in white clouds,
surrounded by the beautiful and friendly few.

I am falling.
All the way down.

High up there I stand in time;
on the top of the world tree's crown.

From high up there I fall from time;
down into the bottomless, empty and timeless.

The tree's rind changes in the fall.
Branches and boughs, leaves and nuts,
rush by me in tremendous speed.
The roots and the ground comes nearer.

My time disappears to somethwere else.

Into death, from death.
Into life, from life.
Downwards and across the river
without a source.

Into darkness, from darkness;
into cold, from cold.
Through time, from time;
to where the deities smile.

I drink from the river of forgetfulness,
row dryshod across the river of hate;
sail with the wind,
to the end, beginning and meaning of the devine powers.

Fallen

Come death, dear death;
give me the answer to all riddles,
give me key and wand,
untie the knots of the world.

Why in death, my friend, and only in death?
Why do you dive into the river of forgetfulness?
Why in darkness, my friend, and only in darkness,
do you seek the friendly warmth of the light?

Let me open the closed room,
let me carve the hidden runes,
let me throw my spear,
into the malevolent chanter's cold heart.

Why in death, my friend, and only in death?
Why do you dive into the river of forgetfulness?
Why in darkness, my friend, and only in darkness,
do you seek the friendly warmth of the light?

Death was here first.
Forgetfulness will always win.
Darkness gave birth to light.
What else do you want to know?

Death, dear death! Death, my death!
Forgetfulness has taken me.
Darkness surrounds me forever.
What else can I know?
Come death, dear death;
give me the answer to all riddles,
give me key and wand,
unlock the world's locked doors.

Death was here first.
Forgetfulness will always win.
Darkness gave birth to light.
What else do you want to know?

Death, dear death! Death, my death!
Forgetfulness has taken me.
Darkness surrounds me forever.
What else can I know?

Madness

A terrified creature in the shadows,
tattered and poor, but beautiful and rich,
frightened and twisted, but no miserable wretch;
she hides as best she can.

Hated by most,
but loved by the best.

She gladly travels long (time) and long (distance),
she walks alone, barefooted in the dirt,
on unused ways, on overgrown paths,
in animal tracks and dangerous lairs.

Upwards, towards the edge of the sky
carrying buckets full of madness.
The sky cracks when she arrives;
the flock of sheep ends its hymn.

Light hair, cunning smiles,
a blue gaze behind her shawl,
skin white as milk, teeth white as chalk.
Her laughter scares most of us.

Each Man To His Own

I follow my horse, into the forest.
Bleeding; wet from my own blood.
The feet feels heavier and heavier;
a beating pain in the thigh.
The pants feel like plaster
around my legs, where the blood has dried.

I fall, but get up again.
Staggering, limping, stumbling, falling.
My hunt ends, in the wet moss
by the the lonsesome bank of the moon lake.
The lonsesome bank of the moon lake.
The lonsesome bank of the moon lake.

Why must I test my destiny again and again?
Why must I forget the pain when the wound heals?
Why must I get used to a ruined body?
Why must I forget where I fell the last time?
Why must I forget? Why must I forget?
Why must I feel the old pain again (and again and again...)?

One time, this time, I cannot get up again.
I remain there, in the wet moss, alone and dying.
I cannot get up, and I don't want to either.
The moon is reflected in the surface of the lake and she blinks at me.
The moon blinks at me.
The moon blinks at me.

The light intensifies.
The moon goddess comes to me.

I am not cold anymore.
I am warmed by the moonlight.

Why must I test my destiny again and again?
Why must I forget the pain when the wound heals?
Why must I get used to a ruined body?
Why must I forget where I fell the last time?
Why must I forget? Why must I forget?
Why must I feel the old pain again (and again and again...)?

I am not cold anymore.
I am warmed by the moonlight.
I am not cold anymore.
I am warmed by the moonlight.

The Message

Let the arrow travel from god to god,
all over the wide world.
Let the arrow be sent from house to house,
to our entire spirit kin.

To every child of divine kin.
To every spirit man.
Axetime is here, and arrowtime.
Speartime is here, and swordtime.

Pick up your mail, and helmet.
Pick up your shield, and sax (sword).

The gods of the past rise,
from the memory of the divine blood.
Undefiled. Unpolluted.
The red gold of the spirit garden. They are still here!

Hear the horn of sound calling,
to every spirit man.
Hear the wind howling;
spirits from the land of the past.

Good spirits from the deep of the mind,
never reached by the desert god,
from the old source of the forefatherland,
from the old well of esteem.

Beautiful choosers of the fallen. Forwards for king and forefatherland.
True lone warriors. Gather to fight in the spirit land.
The entire king's guard. Forwards for our blood and all our soil.
Army forwards! Army march!

Let the arrow travel from god to god,
all over the wide world.
Let the arrow be sent from house to house,
to our entire beautiful kin.

The gods of the past rise,
from the memory of the divine blood.
Undefiled. Unpolluted.
The red gold of the spirit garden. We are still here!

Good spirits from the deep of the mind,
never reached by the desert god,
from the old source of the forefatherland,
from the old well of esteem.

Slay the cowardly enemy crowd;
the hungry and chanting rabble,
sorceresses and breakers of oaths.
Let their blood fertilize our soil.

To Hel And Back Again (Conclusion)

[Instrumental]

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