Hemfärd - Månegarm

Höstens första gryning stiger stilla, sprider sina

Färger över frostig äng.

Löv faller mot marken

Ett stormande hav av färger

Ett bidande mörker, står åter vid årets port… Landet faller

Mot en stilla dvala.

Dunkla ter sig dagarna, under moln tyngda av

Regn.

Isig är Rimfaxes fradga

I arla timma

Ropen från skogen kallar mig hem, till mina

Fränder… till min säng.

Hemåt, hemåt… viskar mitt inre

Hem till djupa dalar och lövfyllda sänkor

Till stigarna jag alltid vandrat, till bäckar som släckt min törst

Till gölar och sjöar för mig så bekanta, där jag speglat mig, svalkat

Mig under stjärnklara nätter

Hem, för att känna morgonbrisens kyla

På rådarnas berg… hem

Tankar vandrar över gammal mark.

Ekon av det

Gamla arvets hopp.

Sluten av gudarnas tunga andedräkt

Askens blad viskar stilla, täljer om jorden och

Världar nedan, om bergen och de som där råda

Viskar om det som är mitt hem

Dess rötter som sig svalka I underjordens kalla

Strömmar.

Täljer om visdom som dväljs och

Urkraften som glöder däri

Viskar om havet och bäckarna som där mynnar

Om skogen som ruvar dunkel och stilla

Fylld av minnen och gamla sår

Seg och kraftfull, stolt och klok.

Med roten I myllan

Fylld av livets dryck

Täljer om de gamla folken, de vackra som dansar

Över myren.

Om skogens konung som stilla vakar vid tjärnens

Kant

Om skogens härskarinna den fagra som förvillar

Detta kvinnliga väsen ljuvt doftande av löv

Den viskar om himlen och stjärnorna där ovan

Om hemligheterna som djäljes där.

Viskar nordanbäckens friska

Vatten.

Talar om Bifrost den slutliga vägen hem…

Stilla går solen ned I horisonten, de två världarna möts…

Ett drömmens rike faller inpå

Från tjärnen stiger en dimma, lätt som älvors tårar

Vandrar ovan den svarta ytan

Än en gång står jag här.

På rådarnas berg

Känner nattbrisens kyla.

Månen sjunger sin full

Hör mina fränder ropa.

Välkomnar mig hem

Aldrig mer lämnar jag detta.

Detta eviga bo

English translation:

The first dawn of autumn slowly rises

Spreading colour over frosty meadow

Leaves fall to the ground

A storming sea of colours

A biding darkness is yet again at Year’s gate

The land sinks into a quiet torpor

The days appear dim under clouds heavy with rain

Icy is the froth of Rimfax in the early hours

The calls from the forest call me home.

To my kin…

To my bed.

Homeward, homeward my inner whispers

Home to deep valleys and leaf-filled vales

To the paths I’ve always wandered

To streams that have quenched my thirst

To ponds and lakes so known to me

Where I’ve watched my reflection

Cooled in the night under star-filled sky

Home, to feel the chill of the morning breeze on the mountain of the Fey…

Home

Thoughts wander over ancient land

Hope from the old legacy echoes

Shrouded in the heavy breath of gods

The leaves of the ash whisper quietly

They tell of earth and worlds below

Of mountains and those who rule there

They whisper of that which is my home

These roots that cool

In the cold streams of the underworld

They tell of wisdom that dwell

And the primal force glowing therein

They whisper of the sea

And the brooks flowing there

Of the forest brooding dark and still

Filled with memories and old wounds

Tenacious and powerful.

Proud and wise

With the root in the soil.

Filled with the liquid of life

They tell of the old people.

The beautiful that dance over the bog

Of the king of the forest.

Quietly watching by the shore of the lake

Of the mistress of the forest.

The frail and misleading

This female being.

With a delightful scent of leaves

They whisper of the sky and the stars above.

Of the secrets above

They whisper of the fresh water in the northern brook

They tell of Bifrost and the final road home

The sun settles slowly in the horizon.

The two worlds meet

A kingdom of dreams falls closely

From the lake a mist rises.

Light, as the tears of elves

Wanders over the black surface

I stand here yet again.

On the mountainof the fey

Feeling the cold of the night breeze.

The moon sings its full

Hear my kin call.

Welcoming me home

Never again will I leave this.

My eternal home

The first dawn of autumn rises quietly, spreading its

Colors over frosty meadow.

Leaves fall to the ground

A stormy sea of ​​colors

A biting darkness, stands again at this year's gate… The land is falling

Towards a quiet hibernation.

The days seem dark, under clouds weighed down

Rain.

Icy is Rimfaxe's froth

I arla timma

The cries from the forest call me home, to mine

Relatives… to my bed.

Home, home… whispers my inner self

Home to deep valleys and leaf-filled depressions

To the paths I always walked, to streams that quenched my thirst

To puddles and lakes so familiar to me, where I reflected, cooled

Me during starry nights

Home, to feel the cold of the morning breeze

On the councilors' mountain… home

Thoughts wander over old land.

Echoes of it

The hope of the old heritage.

Closed by the heavy breath of the gods

The leaves of the ashes whisper quietly, carving the earth and

Worlds below, about the mountains and those who rule there

Whispers about what is my home

Its roots that cool in the cold of the underworld

Streams.

Tells about wisdom that dwells and

The primordial power that glows in it

Whispers about the sea and the streams that flow there

About the forest that broods dark and still

Filled with memories and old wounds

Tough and powerful, proud and wise.

With the root In the soil

Filled with the drink of life

Tells about the old peoples, the beautiful ones who dance

Across the bog.

About the king of the forest who still watches over the pond

Edge

About the mistress of the forest, the beautiful one who confuses

This female creature sweetly smelling of leaves

It whispers about the sky and the stars above

About the secrets that are hidden there.

Whispers the health of the northern brook

Water.

Talking about Bifrost the final way home…

Quietly the sun goes down On the horizon, the two worlds meet…

The realm of a dream is approaching

From the pond rises a mist, light as the tears of fairies

Walks above the black surface

Once again I stand here.

On the mountains of the rulers

Feel the cold of the night breeze.

The moon sings its full

Hear my relatives shout.

Welcome me home

I will never leave this again.

This eternal abode

English translation:

The first dawn of autumn slowly rises

Spreading color over frosty meadow

Leaves fall to the ground

A storming sea of ​​colors

A biding darkness is yet again at Year’s gate

The land sinks into a quiet torpor

The days appear dim under clouds heavy with rain

Icy is the froth of Rimfax in the early hours

The calls from the forest call me home.

To my kin…

To my bed.

Homeward, homeward my inner whispers

Home to deep valleys and leaf-filled vales

To the paths I’ve always wandered

To streams that have quenched my thirst

To ponds and lakes so known to me

Where I’ve watched my reflection

Cooled in the night under star-filled sky

Home, to feel the chill of the morning breeze on the mountain of the Fey…

Home

Thoughts wander over ancient land

Hope from the old legacy echoes

Shrouded in the heavy breath of gods

The leaves of the ash whisper quietly

They tell of earth and worlds below

Of mountains and those who rule there

They whisper of that which is my home

These roots that cool

In the cold streams of the underworld

They tell of wisdom that dwell

And the primal force glowing therein

They whisper of the sea

And the brooks flowing there

Of the forest brooding dark and still

Filled with memories and old wounds

Tenacious and powerful.

Proud and wise

With the root in the soil.

Filled with the liquid of life

They tell of the old people.

The beautiful that dance over the bog

Of the king of the forest.

Quietly watching by the shore of the lake

Of the mistress of the forest.

The frail and misleading

This female being.

With a delightful scent of leaves

They whisper of the sky and the stars above.

Of the secrets above

They whisper of the fresh water in the northern brook

They tell of Bifrost and the final road home

The sun settles slowly in the horizon.

The two worlds meet

A kingdom of dreams falls closely

From the lake a mist rises.

Light, as the tears of elves

Wanders over the black surface

I stand here yet again.

On the mountainof the fey

Feeling the cold of the night breeze.

The moon sings its full

Hear me can call.

Welcoming me home

Never again will I leave this.

My eternal home