Tolv Mand i Skove

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Tolv Mand I Skove is a thematic continuation from our previous single: Langt fra len og leite.

The title is from an old medieval ballad called Tirelill Tove and means "Twelve Men in the Woods". That ballad is the story of a band of robbers that raid the local farms and steal away the livestock and the farmers daughter to their hideout in an old hill fort.

The song assumes that stories like Tirelill Tove are post-pagan fairytales where any fellowships existing outside of society become scary troll-like figures to be feared and prosecuted.
So if you like heroic robbers in the woods fighting evil wizards, this is for you!

lyrics

Tolv mann i skove over skjeggranen opp
-Dansen leiker -tir-a-li- i ringe tider-
Rovfugler speider ned fra klippebrynets topp
Herskende over alle berg og skoger

Solen står i skyggen av det lovløse dusin
-Dansen leiker -tir-a-li- i ringe tider-
De frykter ikke løven eller trollmannens maskin
Gir fingeren til villedende sjarlataner

Høyt står Elvarhøi på Ytterberget
spiller til morgen

Eg sto meg utpå Gladheiman
det føykte og det dreiv.

I hertil gangne år lå våres fedresang forglemt
-Dansen leiker -tir-a-li- i ringe tider-
Veien har vært mørk, og våre hjerter ligget gjemt,
Men hør mine ord, vi overskrider!

Over himmelen ruser kappekledte frem
-Dansen leiker -tir-a-li- i ringe tider-
som hvite ormer trenger de seg inn i våre hjem
og strømmer fjerne flammer inn hvor enn de vrider

Høyt står Elvarhøi på Ytterberget
spiller til morgen

Trollmannen kan ei, for all sin makt,
med blankøyde blikk i endeløs natt
gjenvinne kjære fra bein, jord eller bilder
trekke spilt øl fra urbårne kilder
før han forsvinner i sine filler.
Felene triller, strømmende, drømmende.
Fell ingen tår ved alterets aske
Elvene renner raskere, raskere
Livene griper strammere strammere
Hedre ei asken; tilfør flammene!

Åh, jeg ser ham; Trollmannen i deg
-Dansen leiker -tir-a-li- i ringe tider-
Du maner deg et liv av åstefall og sang
I blikket ditt en slange

Bak våre øyne ligger åndemanerens land
-Dansen leiker -tir-a-li- i ringe tider-
Fiendene seiler på vårt indre månevann
og vi slukes av mørke

Høyt står Elvarhøi på Ytterberget
spiller til morgen



English translation:

Twelve men in the woods, high above the green
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
Birds of prey, surveying from the furthest height unseen
across the fells and forests where they're the powers

The sun is in the shadow of this lawless band of fiends
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
They do not fear the lion, nor the wizard's dark machines
and they display their middle fingers to enchanting liars

High stands elvenhome on the furthest mountain
mirrors the dawnlight

I stood there upon bright mountains
the world it whirled and blew

In hither bygone days ancestral songs we have forgot
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
Dark have been our roads, and our hearts have we kept shut
But hear me now, we pass beyond!

Across the heavens, in their cloaks, they surge ahead
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
as serpents white into our very homes they have been led
and stream their distant flames to every town and shire

High stands elvenhome on the furthest mountain
mirrors the dawnlight

No wizard can, with all their might,
with blank-eyed gazing at endless night
rekindle loved ones from photos, from bones or fells
draws spilled beer from primordial wells
before they too depart, with nothing to sell
fiddles are flowing, streaming, dreaming
Shed not a single tear for the ashes
rivers are running, faster and faster
life is a-gripping tighter and tighter
Don't pray to ashes, strengthen the fire!

Oh, I see him; the wizard in your eyes
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
you make yourself a life from love and all that we deem nice
but in your gaze, I can see the snake

behind our eyes it lies, the necromancer's dune
-the dance is flowing tir-ar in the darkest hours-
Our enemies are sailing on our inner sea of moon
as we descend into darkness

High stands elvenhome on the furthest mountain
mirrors the dawnlight's sun

credits

released August 4, 2017
Recorded by Jørgen Sporsheim Berg at Noroff studio in december 2016
Bass: Kevin Klausen

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