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Prologue For R.R.R.

As you sit in your quiet home, surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization...
Do you, listener, remember those memories...
Grand and tearful, which still, after hundreds of years,
Remain now radiant with the brightness of sunlight,
And now darkening, like indelible bloodstains...
The variegated pages of history.
Can your thoughts, torpid with repose,
Transport themselves back to the horrors and joys of the past...
Not straying indifferently from one thing to another which excites your curiosity,
But taking a warm and vital interest, as if you yourself stood in the midst of those struggles,
Now long since fought out... bled in them, conquered or fell in them,
And felt your heart beat with hope or apprehension according as fortune smiled or betrayed...
Standing on the heights of history, looking far around the wild arena of human destiny,
Can you transfer yourself into the well of the past?
A life physically buried and decayed, but spiritually inmost,
Which constitutes the essence and substance of history...
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart,
Waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire,
With a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Therefore, if you have the capacity to suffer or rejoice with the generation that had been...
To hate with them... to love with them... to be transported to admire, to despise,
To curse as they have done - in a word:
To live among them with your whole heart and not alone with your cold, reflecting judgement...
... then follow me.
I will lead you down into the well.
My hand is weak and my sketch humble, but your heart will guide you better than I.
Upon that I rely... and begin.
 

Among Ancestors

A peaceful grove,
In treetops above the whisper of the wind
It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness
You close your eyes and there you are
Among your ancestors
They greet you,
Welcomed to enter the war
For freedom of their heirs
 
Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest shields
Our fathers rode
Through the thickest brakes,
Armed with the sharpest stakes
To none they bowed
 
The Northern blow cuts through your skin
As swells beat your vessel
The open sea surrounding seems dark and cold
You wonder why men around
You sit quiet for themselves
Staring into the darkness...
 
They know what awaits them there
It is victory, or death
 
The calm Baltic Sea
Reflects the first morning sunbeams
A rosy-fingered dawn over the seas,
An illusion of peace
Straight ahead a palisade steep
The time has come, 'Hit the beach!'
 
Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest shields
Our fathers rode
Through the thickest brakes,
Armed with the sharpest stakes
To none they bowed
 
A peaceful grove,
In treetops above the whisper of the wind
It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness
You close your eyes and there you are
Among your ancestors
They greet you welcome to enter the war
For the freedom of their heirs
 
At last, the moment you've been waiting for
Now it's time to fight or fall
The enemy line getting closer and closer
You distinguish his eye-whites
And pull your sword...'Strike!'
 
You see your blade cut off his head
Another father ends up dead
No time to think who will miss him at nights
Another slash and someone's husband dies
 
See the fear in their eyes
'Their lines are scattered, hunt them down!'
None were left alive to tell their wives
 

Midnight Sunrise

In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks
And ancient moss
Where steam arises from the cracks in the crust of ground
The spiteful dwell
 
Fast, fast, fast, fast, faster than the lightning strikes
Trying to make it in time
Hide, hide, hide, hide, hide from the bright demise
Rush away from the...
 
Midnight Sunrise
 
The night embraces these lands
People stand in a circle holding hands
A blaze over a peaceful summery lake
Enlightens their faces and gilds the lanscape
 
Under cover of darkness they have arisen
And set their feet on the ground
As the people celebrate they head to their homes
To wreak havoc with their property
 
Fast, fast, fast, fast...
 
Midnight Sunrise
 
The night embraces these lands
People stand in a circle holding hands
A blaze over a peaceful summery lake
Enlightens their faces and gilds the lanscape
 
The hourglass' sand stops flowing, currents stand still
The distant horizon glowing, a glimmer over the hill
Three golden kings come riding across the midnight skies
Three golden blades shining, a sight for sore eyes
Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by
 
As the daybreak approaches
And the sunbeams close in on them
Horror fills their hearts
Running for their lives as fas as they can
In panic they flee
 
Fast, fast, fast, fast...
 
Midnight Sunrise
 
The night embraces these lands
People stand in a circle holding hands
A blaze over a peaceful summery lake
Enlightens their faces and gilds the landscape
 
Twelve golden hooves come smashing down on earth
And chase the creatures to the holes
Where they once were given birth
The ones who are not that lucky to escape
Are burning down to ashes in the midnight sunrise
 
Three golden kings come riding across the midnight skies
Three golden blades shining, a sight for sore eyes
Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by
 

One More

Gathered round the wooden table
Same tavern as the nights before
I brace myself against the gable
Sunlight pushes its way through the gap in the door
 
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high
 
One more for our brothers who fought beside us
One more and forward again
Once more, we'll fight and conquer
Until we'll meet again
 
Staring at the stools not taken
I reach for my tankard of ale
The silence remains unbroken
All you hear is a tinkle of mail
 
As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high
 
One more for our brothers who fought beside us
One more and forward again
Once more, we'll fight and conquer
We'll see you when we die
We'll see you when we die
 
Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the forested hill
Tree-trunks and rocks passing by
The endless ranks stood waiting out in the open field
My fingers gripped the handle of my sword
 
With full power we smashed into their lines
The ground shook, swords tasted their flesh
Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives
The battle raged until both troops were threshed
 
Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Until then we shall fight with pride
Raise our pints till the dawn
 
Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Side by side we shall ride once more
When the Horn calls for War
 
Feeling low and heavy hearted
Interrupted by a distant alarm
Seems like the war has started
May it be for our brothers in arms
 
Once again the golden sunbeam reaches my eyes
I stand up and raise my sword up high
 
One more for our brothers who fought beside us
One more and forward again
Once more, we'll fight and conquer
Until we'll meet again
 
One more for our brothers who fought beside us
One more and forward again
Once more, we'll fight and conquer
Until we'll meet again
 
One more, And forward again
One more for ever
We'll see you when we die
We'll see you when we die
 

The Messenger

I saddle my horse as fast as I can
'The message is urgent, find the man!'
The camp soon vanishes out of my sight
As I rush my black steed into the night
 
I am the messenger of fate
I spur on my horse, the hour is late
I am the herald, I am the sign
My only enemy is time
 
Hooves hit the rocky ground
The clatter echoes all around
Alone I ride, come what may
The stars in the nightsky guide my way today
 
On my arrival, will you welcome me?
The sign is given, can't you see?
 
All hail the Messenger
Strong by heart, wind or rain
Won't stop the Messenger
The news are on the way
 
The faith of man lies in my hands
 
At last I fly through the gate
Men, woman, children... 'Out of my way!'
Up the winding alley with fury I ride
I jump off my horseback and push the doors aside
 
All hail the Messenger
Strong by heart, wind or rain
Won't stop the Messenger
The news are on their way
 
You are the Messenger
Strong by heart, wind or rain
Won't stop the Messenger
The news are on their way
 
Fate now lies in your own hands
 

The Land of Hope and Glory

Far away, where the sunshine never fades
There lies this land, the greatest of tales
 
A strong golden gate now slowly moves aside
In walks a man, exhausted by the tide
 
Finally, I've reached my destiny
I've crossed the western sea for the land of hope an glory
In front of me stands the glorious grand city
A feeling that I can breathe, and be free
 
Surrounding golden walls, finest marble covers the halls
Silver-plated streets that glimmer and shine
Statues, monuments and fountains filled with wine
And trees nearly touching the sky
 
In the land of hope and glory
 
I head to the greatest hall,
Take a deep breath and open the door
Is this the land of hope and glory?
Sitting on a golden throne,
An ape holding a scepter of bone
It utters: 'The die is cast.'
 
Surrounding golden walls...
 
Reminiscence
Echoes from the homeland
 
Kaikuen laulu raikaa takaa ulapan
Kotimaan rannat kutsuu poikaa Pohjolan
 
Hoist the sails, it's time to leave these lands behind
Rain or hail won't stop me, I have made up my mind
 
Surrounded by dark emptiness
The sea is cold and merciless
All alone, I'm heading home
 
Over the vast sea, wide and so deep
Ahti I greet thee, I'm heading home!
The wind is rising, cold and biting
Ilmarinen I greet thee
Northern shores - I'm home
 
No surrounding golden walls, no marble covered halls
No silver-plated streets that glimmer and shine
No statues, monuments nor fountains filled with wine
Only trees touching the sky
 
Far away, where sunshine never fades
There lies this land, the greatest of tales
 

As Torches Rise

I take a look around,
The blood of our men has painted the ground
There are corpses lying everywhere
Some try to pray, some cry in despair
As our enemy cuts its way through our lines
Desperate thoughts take over our minds
Is this to be the end of our days?
 
The overwhelming enemy
Rides our front lines down
With hate in their faces, with hate in their sound
Houndreds of men lying wounded on the ground
No one can help them,
To their destiny they're bound
 
I think of my family, I think of my home
Interrupted by a fearful tone:
'We're practically dead, they'll slaughter us all!'
Through a cloud of dust I see our right wing fall
 
This cursed war will swallow us all
What will happen to our loved-ones,
The ones we're fighting for?
I will not stand and watch this army fall
We will fight back, hear us roar
 
Pull our lines together
Our fury is greater than the worst stormy weather
I grasp the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers,
This is for my land
With blood on my face to battle I ride
With dust in my eyes, with faith in my heart
Until death do us part
 
From the skies a man came down to earth
He lead our way and rode first
How dark the night may seem
A new day always heals
 
I stroll across the field, the morning has broken,
Our victory's been sealed
The hooves have plowed the ground to mud,
Familiar faces in ponds of blood
A snowflake lands on my face,
Melts and runs away
The sun rose red that day
 

Piece by Piece

(Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace
Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace)
 
Piece by piece - slice by slice.
A strainless leash - Das Volk enticed-
The boiling frog that did not leap,
just take one grain, it's still a heap.
 
Of sound and disposing mind, memory and understanding,
I hereby publish and declare this to be my testament.
To my eldest son I leave the right to speak his mind;
And my daughter shall be free from oppression of any kind.
I have sacrificed, worked all my life, as have the ones before me,
so do not squander, do not gamble; watch it carefully.
 
Piece by piece - slice by slice.
A strainless leash - Das Volk enticed-
The boiling frog that did not leap,
just take one grain, it's still a heap.
 
By checking this box
I acknowledge, I confirm.
I've read and understood the terms;
scroll down, tick, confirm.
 
Piece by piece - slice by slice.
A strainless leash - Das Volk enticed-
The boiling frog that did not leap,
just take one grain, it's still a heap.
 
The tide is turning,
The Reichstag burning,
They're at the border,
Need law and order.
 
It was not my shout,
I did not speak out,
when they come for me,
who will be left to speak for me?
 
Stay alert and keep your eyes skinned,
watch the clouds form and feel the wind,
when you're asking should you reef,
the time to do so is long gone,
Principiis obsta, don't forget:
The longer you wait, the harder it gets.
 
Piece by piece - slice by slice.
A strainless leash - Das Volk enticed-
The boiling frog that did not leap,
just take one grain, it's still a heap...
 

TEN MORE MILES

Who will be there when the skies turn gray?
Turisas - You can count on us!
Who's gonna push you through heavy days?
Turisas - Rugged and robust!
 
The night was cold, but I kept walking on
I passed the point of no return
Turning back was too late, but the thought just kept creeping in:
Was I walking the wrong way?
 
You think that it's too late
Change your course, do not hesitate
Ten more miles, and you'll find yourself hoping you had
 
When your ship has sailed
Take the next, and your on your way
The old dog will learn as many tricks as its false pride permits
 
Who will be there when the skies turn gray?
Turisas - You can count on us!
Who's gonna push you through heavy days?
Turisas - Rugged and robust!
 
When you have run aground
When the rocks
When the water's flooding in
How to turn around your luck?
 
Stop crying in your beer
Out with the bails
Soon you'll be on course again
With wind in the sails!
 
It was much too late to start at her age
How could she ever compete with the best?
There's always someone with a head start on you
But there is no pro league of life
 
'Persistence is noble,'
Said the captain while going down
Went down with his ship, that old fool
Lacked the courage to turn around
 
Who will be there when the skies turn gray?
Turisas - You can count on us!
Who's gonna push you through heavy days?
Turisas - Rugged and robust!
 
When you have run aground
When the rocks
When the water's flooding in
How to turn around your luck?
 
Stop crying in your beer
Out with the bails
Soon you'll be on course again
With wind in the sails!
 

The Bosphorus Freezes Over

So there it was, the thing we dread the most. Time had caught up with us. The thread ended.
I felt betrayed and disappointed. Was that really it?
And looking down at myself lying on the ground of Piraeus harbour,
Snowflakes falling down on me... That night the Bosphorus froze.

We watch the sand trickle, anxious about its steady flow.
But what we really fail to see is, that at any minute, the glass might just burst into pieces.
You see, it's not about what you take with you, it's about what you leave behind.
And there, on the side of a lion, this story found its end.

— Hakon Halfdansson - appr. 1043

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