Dystertid / Thulr - 't warrt vertellt

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released February 15, 2016

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Track Name: Thulr - Coming of the tide 2016
Coming of the tide

Light a torch and follow me
Into the night where thou shall see
Where we belong, to where we go
Towards a dark and distant shore

Fog arises pale and cold
No voice of man or beast does sound
An ancient spirit bleak of old
In highest branches it is bound

From the tents beneath the woods
Old songs of lament can be heard
In honour to a noble man
His forefathers called for him

With the coming of the tide
The flames burst high into the night
Cracking woods, flying sparks
Soul and body now apart

What once was now floats away
Only memory to remain
Across the rainbow bridge
Golden halls eternally
Track Name: Thulr - De Wode
De Wode

Graff un Borrn sünd froren,
dat Korrn steit schon lang nich mehr,
keeneen is buten vör de Döör to seen,
un över’ t Moor treckt Nevel dicht.

Wenn de Nachten düüster sünd,
un de Störm över’t Land weihen,
liggt de Snee wit op’n Fellen
un dat Füer brennt in’t Huus.

Wenn dat Johr sik negen deit
un de Harvst to’n Winter warrt,
denn bringt die Küll de Tiet,
wenn de ole Jager dörch de Nacht rieden deit.

Blangen sien wittet Peerd,
wilde Hunn öchen wreet,
keen Tuun steit mehr
langs sien Weg

In de Wiehnachtstiet
scheest de Wode dörch die Biesternis,
he is de Ünnereerdsche ehr Dood,
wenn he se kriegen deit.