Sworn to the Elders - Nydvind

As a leaf carried by the winds, in cold autumn dusk

As the oak broken by fury of the storm

My roots will remain on these lands, where I was born

And in death, these leaves will cover my grave

As a path blinding my sight of azure and snow

As a light guiding my way towards the stars

Stand on the shores in the heat of flames

To honour your brave and his memory

Swear to this man to cherish his land and his legacy

Sworn to the elders

As the breeze blowing my soul in icy kingdoms

As a crow diving into the underworld

Stand on the shores in the heat of flames

To honour your brave and his memory

Swear to this man to cherish his land and his legacy

Sworn to the elders

Sword on side, shield on chest, my soul will drift away

Above the frozen lake

Choirs resound from the shores, blessing my departure

Towards infinite pits

My body burns in fires, released in heathen rites

Onwards to the nine worlds in the glare of the pyre

Raise your spears to the sky in an iron arch

Honour your ancestors

Bards sing my glory in funeral chants

Forefather of the tribe

My body burns in fires, released in heathen rites

Onwards to the nine worlds in the glare of the pyre

Into these lands of sorrow where the claws of time freeze my soul

Gathered with ancients the spirit of our clan is to be preserved

I feel eternity creeping into my whole being disembodied

The fear of the unknown as I vanish into the fog

Blessed be the memory of those who were the fathers of our culture

These glorious ancestors will guide our march to celestial realms

Into these lands of sorrow where the claws of time freeze my soul

Despite the solitude and cold I feel the ardour of my sons

For my blood and memory in their veins will forever flow

And when the time will come for them I will be there to wait them all