embrace of frost...

a wounded wolf, walking alone
in silence...
into the dark forest
a broken soul, wandering in solitude
shivering...
the coldest winter

on his own once again
crying...
broken, but still alive
walking proudly into the coldest winter

I´m on my own, once again
once again
why so alone, oh girl
oh girl

One eye to rule ´em all
(the passion of the gallows lord)

This is the story of The Father of all Gods,
Lord of the Fallen, of the captives and the hanged.
The Stormy Treachy Ruler, enemy of the wolf
the chooser of the slain, the one who guesses right.

Gangleri (wanderer), Herjan (raider), Helblindi (blinder with death), Har (high one)
Njotr (user), Viðrimnir (Contrary Screamer), Angan Friggjar (Delight of Frigg)
Rognir (Chief), Báleygr (Flame Eyed), Hergautr (Host Gautr)
Hárbarðr (Grey Beard), Kjalarr (Keel Ruler), Ofnir (Opener), Jolfr (Horse-wolf),
Valthognir (Slain Receiver).

Sole Creator of Magical Songs
Gunnlod's Embracer, Holder of the Sacred Stones.

Hanging from the branches of the magic tree
pierced by the steel of his own spear
mighty odin rises in a painful scream
he got the power of stones.

the garden of Ka-Mel-Sha

I have been walking for so long
carrying the burden of my world
in search of redemption

the longest journey of my life
carrying the burden of my world
in search of redemption

I saw the springtime birds
flying across the deep blue sky
they show me how to find
the garden of Ka-Mel-Sha

She brought us back the gift of healing

An only hope,
fading away
like the falling leaves
of an autumn forest.

Rivers of tears,
run through my face
in this endless dream
of eternal sorrow.

I will return when the light...

La pasión de Odín

Sé que colgué en un árbol
mecido por el viento
nueve largas noches
herido con una lanza
y dedicado a Odín,
yo ofrecido a mí mismo,
en aquel árbol del cual nadie
conoce el origen de sus raíces.
no me dieron pan,
ni de beber de un cuerno,
miré hacia lo hondo,
tomé las runas
las tomé entre gritos,
luego me desplomé a la tierra.

Hávamál

Triuph of Bacco

Give up your life
answer the call
follow the path
enter the shrine
Corruption of men
the pleasures of flesh are mine
surrender to the wine
fall in extasis
(wine)is running through your blood
your body will be lashed
and burnt by lustful flames
White naked virgins dancing in the dark
feeding the beast of lust
white sacred fire burning in their heart
riding the wheel of life

small hill...

For men of consequence a mound should be raised to their memory, and for all other warriors who had been distinguished for manhood a standing stone; which custom remained long after Odin's time...

Ynglinga saga