Lord Wind

Forgotten Songs

Lp'96

1. Windstory of Old Ghost - Run
2. War Song
3. Song Like Wind * - Run
4. Going to War - Run
5. Signal for Fight - Run
6. Prolog - Sword for son - Run
7. Father's Sword
8. Only Your Spirit will Return * - Run
9. Pagan Holocaust * - Run
10. Funeral Song *
11. Arianrod Heil !

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All time : 51'30
Recorded in Isengard Studio on the days 02-28 September 95
* - recorded in Isengard Studio on the days 27-30 May 96
Enginered and music by Darken
Logo Lord Wind and cover by DARK ARTS

My soul rise to the moon. The wind pushed by mysterious voices from the well of the time sweep my soul away. Past time came down to the bottom of this well. It took with oneself thousands of small and bog events, bygone minutes, past small and big acts of our ancestors. I want to get melody out of this abysmal well. True pagan melodies that were consolation and inspiration for people ath the gates of the old Europe. But without help of higer spiritual powers I would never achieve it. So every night my soul rise to the moon. The moon is mother and father of exhasted by spiritless civilization children of the night. Our ancestor's melodies are coming back. They are full of sadness and pain. They are cold but hope still smoulder in them. This hope is so dear, so near and so expected. Those people who thousands years ago created these melodies were nearer by the truth than we are now. They knew the truth at every step. Maybe gods trusted them more them us... and spirits were friendly to them. Now there is only emptiness. The wind blew the ashes. Only few people can create one's dreams and create melodies than are near to the spirits of the night. Every night the wind spun out mysterious voices in heavenward when not a sound is to be heard and only moon look at us. Every night my soul rise into the heavenward...

I wanted to record Lord Wind many time ago. But I did not have enough time. I had many more important things to do. All this time Lord Wind waited for his time but it lost nothing from his power. When Lord Wind was born? When I recorded demo Graveland "Drunemeton" - in autumn 1992. "Drunemeton" was failled with the spirit of Lord Wind. Original atmosphere was created, but atmosphere breathed darkness of Graveland. I had to do something with it. So I divided a whole. Graveland walked the way of hate, war and darkness. My faith, my celtic spirit hid in the abyss of my soul to go out when it time comes. Lord Wind lived in my soul. Melodies known during my might roaming lived in my soul. At last they forced me to take them into material world. Some of these melodies were on Lord Wind reh.93. Then I slowely started preparations for recording debut Lord Wind. Now, in autumn 1995 this time comes. "Forgotten Songs" Lp see the light of day and darkness og night. But I am not completely satisfied with this Lp. During recording session I understood that one can not record spiritual and very atmospheric music in studio. Strangenness of that place destroys sublime melodies. In studio one can not create proper atmosphere. Some songs from Lord Wind I recorded at my home. They heave bad quality but they are full of uncommon atmosphere. Now I know that such music I have to recorded in place where I spend a lot of time, where my soul leaves body and feels safe. My own home is that place. Second Lord Wind will be true masterpiece of atmosphere. I will record it in my home studio surrounded with walls soaked through my suffering. Out of the world. Far away from the light of day. I give myself to the power of melody whispered by spirits of our ancestors. Cold and sad melody... dead and forgotten melody... As long as the moon sits on his throne at night... As long as wind sways trees...

Windstory of Old Ghost

A long, long time ago
Before christians came
And brought hunger and illness
And before they murdered us
A long, long time ago among brushhwood
I had lived, loved, hunted and fighted
People had been different
Gods had come down the earth
And had tought us fight
They had waged battles... they had led us
Fas away from falsehood
Today only winds sways trees
My world doesnt exist
I have become a spirit
Swayed by sad wind
I will tell you about theses days
I owe it to my brothers and sisters
I owe it to spirits and Gods
So listen to me
Altrough only wind proceeds
From my mouths...

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Song Like Wind

I will sign my song
Blessed and holy song
Song like wind
Like trees, like stream and stone
Like moon in fullmoon
Like eternal Menhir
Like severe white winter

Song brought by Gods
Changed in wind at morning
At the beginning of the world

I summon you... cruel wolves
Go down a hills in mist
Come here and join me
I will lead you into the world
Of magic and sorcery of my song

When night enters, sailing on one eyed moon
We will prepare our supper
One will remember forever about it
This grim white winter

And we will march to begin another battle
With raven wheeling above
In glade anong trees
Here, surronded by cobwebs of withered snow
Shedding redish blood on snow ice bed

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Going to War

It's time for me to go for war
To take shield at my side and sword in hands
My head with helmet protect
Put on leather shoes
And a stronge horse mount

When moon rises
I will start my journey
Night will be my godness of darkness protection
Wind gently will drown my breath
Spirit will show the path

I will protect myself by shield
I will infict blows by falchion
Helmet will counter enemies arrows
Leather shoes in blood we will soak
Trampling our foes weith my horse

When moon rises
Deep in darkness I will hasten
Mist will offer to me, her hoary, helping hand
Trees will expose secret loads

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Signal for Fight

Black druid
Raise your hammmer way up high
Let it's shadow and sing
Summon spirits of destiny

My skin as wolf's undercoat
My falchion as levin
My shiled as enthralled diamond
My hair like ravens wings

Black druid
Beat drumms
War signal
Spirits of our ancestor
Are coming back

My eyes like nocturnal vision of an owl
My hands are hands of bear
My horse faster than wind breath
My heart colder than winter

Son of the wind
Dont look at me
But aim true
King of the night will carry your arrow
To aim when raises
When horns blows shrilly among the dank night

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Sword for son

My son, look at the gift
I have for you, touch glimmer steal
Let it's cold penetrate your young heart
And wake eternal call, eternal desire and lust
As separation comes

Your destiny is in your hands
And this steal craves for blood
Now we are alone
And only enemies all around

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Only Your Spirit will Return

Wake up
And take your brand
Long os the path through the forest
Wind is spinning the thick mist
Sans stars, sans moon
Only silence everlasting

Wake up
Open your frozen eyes
Behind the brooding mountains at your home
Your well-beloved woman is shedding teras
And lonely warm fire in her eyes i teras
Reflects it self

Wake up
Your children will go out to meet you half-way
Waiting for you
They would carry your shield
And lead your horse by bridle
And your ravishing by mead
Would your close friends with gifts
Endowded and greet them heartily

Wake up
Who will carry your brand soaked in blood
Who will wash your wounds
Who will warm your frozen hands up
Your mouth in wry
Gasthly grimace enfurled

Wake up
And even if you are fay, be fierce for death
Dont let her to devour your flash
Spirits for ancestor gathered a far from here
Like a murky cloud of fowls
Wind is pulling them about
lashing them
It is time for wind... for wind...

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Pagan Holocaust

Our country was cold
Our country has been always cold
It was getting warmer
When we were burning those who had come
Carrying gold crosses around their necks
With clamorous stories about their white god

Our country was fierce
Our country was fulfilled with cruelty
That was riped to harvesting
Like a gold come during the cloudy summertime

But we had our own laws
That were unfey the light
In the darkness of times
Given by the gods
Who had lived in deep
Dence forests with us

Our land was our home
Which splendid had faded
Brother and sister had parished
Spirits had hidden themselves in darkest shaws
The days of bitter oblivion had come
Long days of ruth and sadness

And only wind and the moon
And only trees and stones
Remember those long winters
And people among snow
Of brave hearts
And warm blood
Their war doures
Their women, brave and beatiful
Their dreams

They went away and they will never retyrn...

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