Strasnic Neamul Meu

De m-apasa ganduri negre,
si m-arunca-n grele patimi
ma gandesc la ce a fost;

Iar stramosii-mi vin aproape
si-mi arata ca in viata
totusi inca am un rost;

De-a cladi din vechi ruine,
din cenusa veacurilor,
din trecutu-ndepartat,

Scutul nou si sabia tare,
ochii oteliti si aprigi
ca si bratul ne-nfricat;

Umbre-mi sar in ajutor
si dintr-un copil, farama,
acum cresc un vrajitor.

Ref: Cu doar o simpla vorba,
cu mana-mi catre cer,
scol din morti
strasnic neamul meu.

Peste Bucovina-ntreaga
sufla-acum chemarea noua
sub stindard cu cap de lup,

Inaintea ostii stranse
neinfrante pe vecie,
trebui-va ca sa lupt;

Si de-o fi sa cad ucis,
sufletu-mi va dainui
in orice razboinic vis.

My Mighty Kin

When dark thoughts
are upon me
And their burden becomes dire
I think of what once was

And my kin comes before my eyes
Showing me that there
Is still much to be done

And build upon the olden ruins,
From the ashes of centuries
And from the bygone past

A new shield and a strong blade,
Steel-cold, avenging eyes
And a fearless hand to hold the sword.

Even shadows come to my aid
And from a frail child
I shape myself into a wizard

Chorus:
With just one word
And my hand towards the sky
I now raise from the dead
My mighty kin.

Upon all Bucovina
A new rally
has been called
Under the wolf-headed banner

In front of the mighty
army Never to be defeated
I must now fight

And should I fall slain in battle
My spirit will forever live
In any warrior's dreams.

Tara De Dincolo De Varfuri De Brad

Un vis din vremuri de demult
Ce nu-ndrazneam a-l visa
Ma urmareste si-mi fura inima.

E tara de dincolo de varfuri de brad
Dulcea Bucovina,
Neamul meu stravechi si sangele meu.

Multi au incercat
Sa o patrunza -
Suflarea-i racoroasa le-nfioara inima

Nimeni nu poate asculta
Cantecul paraielor
Ce cad din munte si al codrilor.

A Land Beyond the Fir-trees' Pinnacle

A dream from bygone time
I almost feared of
dreaming about
Now pursuits me and steals my heart.

It's the land beyond
the fir-trees' pinnacle
My sweet Bucovina
My olden kin and my bloodline.

Many have tried to reach these realms
But their cold breath has
frozen their soul.

Because nobody else can hear
The song of its icy streams
Flowing from the mountains,
Or the whisper of its forests.

Luna Preste Varfuri

Preste varfuri luna trece
Si se-ascunde-n cate-un nor,
Ma imbratiseaza rece
si fuge cu al meu dor.

Pe sub cetine de brad
pe sub codri, pe carari,
luna si-a ei raze albe
fac naluci si aratari

Numai una-i cea mai draga
dupa care-alerg de zor
cand s-o prind s-o strang in brate
luna fuge iar in nori.

Ostenit de-atata fuga
cat hodina pe-un pietroi,
insa luna reapare -
licurici in juru-mi roi.

Aripe de-ndata-mi pun
si cu foc m-arunc spre stele
sa prinz luna rece-n zboru-i,
sa prinz dragostele mele.

The Moon Above Trees

Above the trees, the Moon passes by
And often hides behind a cloud
It embraces me coldly
And runs away with my love.

Under the fir's branches
Amid vast forests, on pathways
The Moon, with its white radiance
Gives birth to ghostly eerie sights.

Among those, one is my dearest,
The one I've direly chased,
But as I was to catch and hold her
The Moon runs swiftly back into hiding.

Now tired of all this chasing
I rest upon a heavy stone
As the Moon comes back in sight
And fireflies swirl around me.

They give me their wings
So I could float towards the stars
Catching the cold Moon in its flight
And find again my love.

Bucovina, Inima Mea

Bucovina,
Inima mea!

Bucovina, My Heart

Bucovina,
My heart!

Sunt Munti Si Paduri

Sunt Munti Si Paduri

Vant din miaza-noapte incepe sa sufle,
Chiar cerul isi schimba culoarea
Nici orizontul nu mai exista,
Iar eu sunt acum doar o umbra;

Hotarele astui tainic taram
Nu sunt pentru mine oprelisti;
Pustia-nghetata in neguri si-n vant -
Palatu-mi de ceti si tristete;

Secoli s-au scurs de la voievozi
Iar tara lor e-acum doar parere
Din gandurile mele rasar alti viteji
Ce-or avea iar o faima cumplita.

Sabia luce si platosi scrasnind
Incant-acum duhul batranului,
martor prin timpuri si-n vraji iscusit
cand piatra-n afund, cand soim in vazduh;

Chiar daca sufletul lui e liber,
El sta doar pe creasta muntilor-nalti,
Cu mainile-ajunge sus la cer
Iar nourii se misca dupa cantecul sau.

In rune, de stii, poti deslusi
Epoca mandra ce sta sa vina,
Sunt munti, paduri, ape si nouri,
In veac eu voi fi batranul.

Mountains and Forests I Am

A wind from the north starts to blow
Even the sky changes color,
The horizon is now absent
I am now just a shadow;

The boundaries of this mysterious realm
Are no barrier for me
The wasteland frozen in blackness and winds -
My palace of fog and sorrow.

Centuries have passed since the old time of the voivods
And their country is now just a illusion
But from my thoughts new warriors are being born
A fearsome fate awaits them ahead.

The swords are again shining and armors shriek
Them all bring happiness in the heart of the old man
Who has witnessed ages along, as a master-wizard
In shapes of deep-buried stone or hawk in the sky;

His soul is free yet
He wanders among the pinnacles
With his hands grabbing the sky
And making clouds move as he sings.

You can read the runes if your knowledge is great
A proud, new age awaiting its dawn:
Mountains and forests I am, waters and clouds I am -
Forever that old man I will be.

Vinterdoden
versuri scrise de catre Vanargandr, din formatia norvegiana Helheim si folosite cu permisiunea lui

Tiden er kommet som engang var fortalt
der menneskets verden i sorg skal bli lagt
Tre kalde vintre legger sin bleke arm
rundt Mannheims frostbetonte land

Et skall av skjebnens dystre tone
setter sprekker i dødens frosne krone
Sulten venter verden derunder
forbi porten og Hels ulvehunder
Fra en verden av evig fortapelse
til en annen med bøddelens fortatelse

En hyklersk strid blant levninger
fortapt i vinterdød
graver åpne på snøen så blodrød
Liv går tapt ved fiendens og ens egen hånd
spunnet blir nornenes skjebnesbånd
Lagt i frossen aske

Den fortviltes kamp- tårer bundet til evighet
Alle smerteskrik samles- til helvetes borgens profet
Så trist alt er- det sørgelig fortalt
Farvel- en tom evighet, alt er forfalt

Tid er ei tid her mer
Liv er ei liv noensted
Et øye kan ei som et øye se
Forsvunnet er alt folk og fe
Hører ei en vissen tone mer
Sanser intet, føler intet
Vinterdøden flere hundre dager lange
tok alt.. men vent..

Winterdeath
lyrics written by Vanargandr (Helheim) and used with his kindest permission

The time has come as once was told
where man's world will be lain in sorrow
Three cold winters puts their pale arm
around Mannheims frosty land

A shell of fate's sombre tone
cracks death's frozen crown
Hungry the world waits thereunder
Past the gate and Hel's wolves
From a world of eternal damnation
to another with the executioner's pardon

A hypocritical battle among remnants lost in winterdeath
graves open in the bloodred snow
Lives are lost at the hand of the enemy and oneself
The norns' band of faith is being spun
Lain in frozen ashes

The battle of the despairing - tears bound to eternity
All cries of pain are gathered - to the hellcastel's prophet
All is dismal - the tragic is told
Farewell- an empty eternity, all is decayed

Time is not time here anymore
Life is not life anywhere
An eye can not see like an eye
Gone are the people and beasts
Never hear a withered note again
Sense nothing, feel nothing
The winterdeath, hundreds of days old

took everything.. but wait..