{"id":3457,"date":"2009-09-10T17:42:10","date_gmt":"2009-09-10T15:42:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.odinic-rite.org\/ormedia\/?p=68"},"modified":"2019-03-03T17:19:37","modified_gmt":"2019-03-03T17:19:37","slug":"folk-spirit-cd-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/folk-spirit-cd-lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"Folk Spirit Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"

Green Woods of England – Cynewulf<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lay by your dreaming, will not get you far
\nHave you ever wondered where greenwoods are?
\nAnd past the roads and cities lying there
\nThe Greenwoods of England are standing somewhere<\/p>\n

Where Robin did hunt and Herne did stand
\nWhere squirrels could leap throughout the land
\nWhere Rufus paid with his life somewhere
\nThe Greenwoods of England are given to care<\/p>\n

Gold for the builders the meadows to tar
\nLay down a bypass drive a fast car
\nBut when the money and buildings have gone
\nThe Greenwoods of England will still carry on<\/p>\n

In holy groves a presence lies there
\nA gift from Gods out in the thin air
\nWhere else in this world could realise those dreams?
\nThe Greenwoods of England are not as they seem.<\/p>\n

My Land – Lee James (Lyrics by JT)<\/strong><\/p>\n

My land is wild, my land is tame
\nFrom the ragged mountain to the pastured plain
\nMy land is green, my land is white
\nFrom the summer sun to the snowy blight<\/p>\n

My land is bog, my land is sand
\nFrom the wetland marsh to the dune filled coast land
\nMy land is diseased, my land is good
\nFrom the landfill site to the healthy wood<\/p>\n

My land is my heritage.
\nMy land is my heritage.
\nMy land is my heritage.
\nThis land is my heritage.<\/p>\n

My land is tranquil, my land is toil
\nFrom the cottage to the sweat soaked soil
\nMy land is sedate, my land is strife
\nFrom the days of peace to the widowed wife<\/p>\n

My land is mine, my land is ours
\nFrom the early days to the final hours<\/p>\n

Odin – Ansund<\/strong><\/p>\n

Change has come to this modern world
\nSome are prepared with their banners unfurled
\nI greet the dawn with eyes open wide
\nStanding firm, Odin by my side<\/p>\n

Odin\u2026<\/p>\n

Nature\u2019s law is what I believe
\nStanding up amongst those on their knees
\nStrong in heart, my heart\u2019s my guide
\nFacing the fight, Odin at my side<\/p>\n

Odin\u2026<\/p>\n

Nature\u2019s wheel turns we live and die
\nPeople want to know the reason why
\nTry to decide between truth and lie
\nOur Gods they say\u2026 reach for the sky<\/p>\n

Truth concealed in myth through time
\nA way of life, the noble nine
\nGreat ambition I do not hide
\nMyths raise me up to Odin\u2019s side<\/p>\n

Odin\u2026<\/p>\n

Ever evolving, my folk strive on
\nLike a tree reaching for the sun
\nA gleaming blade for those who lied
\nFight for freedom at Odin\u2019s side<\/p>\n

Odin\u2026<\/p>\n

I hear the newborn baby cry
\nAnd watch from mountaintop as eagles fly
\nThe truth is clear, you can\u2019t deny
\nWe must evolve\u2026 reach for the sky<\/p>\n

Change has come to this modern world
\nSome are prepared with their banners unfurled
\nI greet the dawn with eyes open wide
\nStanding firm, Odin by my side<\/p>\n

Odin\u2026
\nOdin\u2026
\nOdin\u2026<\/p>\n

The Windswept Tree – White Horse<\/strong><\/p>\n

Silence….<\/p>\n

Fehu….Uruz….Thurisaz….Ansuz….
\nRaidho….Kenaz….Gebo….Wunjo….<\/p>\n

I know that I hung on the windswept tree
\nHung there for nine full nights
\nWith the spear I was wounded
\nAnd offered I was to Odin, myself to myself
\nOn that tree that none may ever know
\nWhat root beneath it runs….<\/p>\n

Hagalaz….Nauthiz….Isa….Jera….
\nEihwaz….Perthro….Algiz….Sowilo….<\/p>\n

None gave me bread
\nNone gave me mead
\nDown to the depths I did sink
\nAnd there, screeching, I took up the runes
\nAnd back I fell…<\/p>\n

Tiwaz….Berkana….Ehwaz….Mannaz….
\nLaguz….Ingwaz….Dagaz….Othala……<\/p>\n

Knowest how to write
\nKnowest how to read
\nKnowest how to stain
\nKnowest how to understand
\nKnowest how to ask
\nKnowest how to offer
\nKnowest how to supplicate
\nKnowest how to sacrifice……<\/p>\n

Lost Between the Lines – Lee James<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am I stuck here in this empty place?
\nDo I fail to see I’ve lost the race?
\nWhich was over before I was even born<\/p>\n

Pouring over histories
\nOf Empires fallen to their knees
\nOf conquered tribes with no one left to mourn<\/p>\n

A dozen theories all at once
\nContradicting ignorance
\nUncertainty is all they seem to spawn<\/p>\n

Where’s the voice amongst the throng
\nWho is right and who is wrong
\nWho to believe and who to scorn<\/p>\n

I must admit that for some time
\nI lost myself between the lines
\nUntil again I found peace of mind
\nAs I gazed out my window<\/p>\n

In a thousand books there’s nothing as true
\nAs the world staring back at you
\nAnd though I’ll see your point of you
\nThere’s nothing more I need to know<\/p>\n

And surely it would be no crime
\nTo remember to take the time
\nTo breathe the air, to feel the shine and say
\nThis is the truth in best to grow”<\/p>\n

Longobardia – Death Army<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tra mura d’Alpi a nord
\ne tre guardiani a vegliar
\nsorge la Terra dei Laghi
\nche un tempo Insubria si chiam\u00f2.<\/p>\n

Fu una Primavera che
\nWotan lo sguardo pos\u00f2
\nsulla Terra dei Laghi
\nche Longobardia divent\u00f2.<\/p>\n

Wotan se mi senti se ci sei ancor
\nLongobadia vive nei nostri cuor,
\nWotan se mi senti se ci sei ancor
\nLongobadia vive nei nostri cuor.<\/p>\n

Deep Waters – Cynewulf<\/strong><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was gliding over deep waters
\nPure and sound unto a fortress
\nIn behind the fate that sought us
\nThrough the worlds so clear<\/p>\n

Mists they swirl around a mountain
\nHills and dales where all abound in
\nLive by stream and rock and fountain
\nDwell those spirits here<\/p>\n

Here we stand do all that we can
\nRuler, Priest, Warrior and Landsman
\nNeath these skies we live work and
\nLeave this world behind<\/p>\n

Guardians stand they are not abating
\nAt Rainbow Bridge the watcher\u2019s waiting
\nHammer raised that evils hating
\nThe fate that draws it near<\/p>\n

The Wheel – Ansund<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spring<\/em><\/p>\n

This land is mine I swear, this country is my home
\nMy kinsmen stand beside me, I know I\u2019m not alone
\nIn meadows flowers open, to greet life giving sun
\nWith joy the children rush outdoors, and through the fields they run<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

My brothers they will never give up their own sacred ground
\nOur women they will never feel any less than proud<\/p>\n

Summer<\/em><\/p>\n

Whispers from the woodland, sweet scent of summer air
\nBirds soar over barley fields, and sing without a care
\nHazy days, the busker plays, on cobbled village street
\nChildren head down to the fair, not caring who they meet<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Our children have strength in their souls, their flame keeps burning bright
\nHeroes\u2019 blood flows through their veins, and teaches what is right<\/p>\n

Autumn<\/em><\/p>\n

Green man takes his time to rest, as workers harvest corn
\nShadows lengthen over land, and chillier the dawn
\nAs Mother Nature\u2019s wheel turns, we know she lives and dies
\nSo we can reach and touch the stars, under our Northern skies<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

We revere Nature, we hail every dawn
\nThere\u2019s nothing that can frighten us, when we stand as one<\/p>\n

Winter<\/em><\/p>\n

Countryside all masked in white, the landlord brews his ale
\nDraw a chair close to the fire, and listen to a tale
\nA Winter Solstice with no dawn, an England with no light
\nAll memories of past forgot, Just everlasting night<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

This tale of self destruction, comes from foreign tongue
\nAnd twisted minded traitors, in England are hung<\/p>\n

The Wheel<\/em><\/p>\n

So listen to the folk-song, and never ever kneel
\nAnd keep your soul in touch with Nature\u2019s ever turning Wheel
\nWe can live forever with our arms raised to the sun
\nWith steely eyed determination, we\u2019ve already won<\/p>\n

Wolf Age – Lee James (Words from OR Book of Blotar)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Though the teeth of winter will become sharper yet and their bite yet harsher, the Sun returns to usher a new spring.
\nAnd though this dark age may get darker yet, that we and others like us gather together is the promise of the coming new spring for our people.
\nMay the Gods sustain us through this dark time, through the winter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Lyrics from the first OR Media CD release, Folk Spirit.<\/p>\n

Please note that some tracks are instrumental and so of course have no lyrics.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1303],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3457","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lyrics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3457","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3457"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3457\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3457"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3457"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/odinic-rite.org\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3457"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}