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The Wild Hunt

A storm is brewing, whispering through the
Treetops of the bare woods, frost-frozen
And from peaks of the Hörselberg mountains
The Wild Hunt comes rushing down
 
At the head of the roaring storm
Upon his horse a dark lord charges
Within the whirlwind of ice and thunder
He sounds his horn and hefts his spear
 
And by his side the fell hounds
Howling as they hunt through the winds
Bear a red blaze in their maw that drips
And flies from their flews
 
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
 
Twitches and spasms, out from the
Realm of Shades the dead come marching
Cursed are they who, still living, fall
Into their cold clutches
 
In the sky grim crows circle
Drawn along by the rider
And their croaking voices upon the wind
Sing you their song of death
 
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
 
If you hear their thundering hoofbeats upon the wind, then run, run!
If you hear their thundering hoofbeats upon the wind, then run, run!
 
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
As fast as you can.
 
And from the peaks of the Hörselberg mountains
The Wild Hunt comes rushing down.
 

Fog Fairy

The fog lies over the sea,
Fairy-tale-like, wondrous
A lonesome boat drifts back and forth
I think of you, I think of you
 
I know, that I always find you here
I know how your laughter rings here still
I hear your voice here in the wind, the way it sings
 
You have...
have shown me, how on the dunes here a day on the sea begins
Why the words sea and soul are so similar
You were the beauty of my North, and sometimes it hurts
Live well, my fog-fairy
 
I sit here at the North Sea beach
I gaze at the sea, as if entranced
The sand pours through my fingers
I remember, as best as I can
 
I know, that here I still am close to you
I know, that the fog that falls here
was a part of your love
and contains it still
 
You have...
have shown me, how on the dunes here a day on the sea begins
Why the words sea and soul are so similar
You were the beauty of my North, and sometimes it hurts
Live well, my fog-fairy
 
And when the sea rears up
and a storm is created over there
When the spray foams at the crests
and then the waves rage before me
I sometimes stand there happy
and feel the power of the sea in me
and know how strong she is, and was
my melancholy love for you
 
You have...
have shown me, how I find emotions, further freedom in me
Why the words sea and longing are so similar
All the beauty of the North, that I now understand through you
I offer thanks, my fog-fairy
 

The Beauty of the Shadows

She wanders without stop or rest
in her silver dress, at night.
Some say that she has been doing this
since the beginning of time.
She holds a chalice in her hands,
a vessel of glass and light.
Some say what in there lies
not even the gods know!
 
Thus she wanders in darkness
with pale skin and black hair.
She is a ghost, a child of the night,
but more beautiful than a day ever was.
Thus she wanders with her chalice,
which is dedicated to its secret.
Some say whoever drinks from it
shall comprehend Eternity!
 
And so passes night after night
and I dream myself to her.
When she wakes in the twilight,
Come and dance with me!
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 
Thus I wander on her path
and towards my longing,
well knowing, that in this world
I sacrifice much comfort.
And every day, when I awake,
and my world drowns in light,
I wait, for to me the heart rises
when our sun sets.
 
And so passes night after night
and I dream myself to her.
When she wakes in the twilight,
Come and dance with me!
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 
You should know what you seek
in this night, at the dark hour!
Is it the chalice from my hand
or the kiss from my mouth?
I already wandered year after year
through your night, and believe me,
I am no more than just a dream!
A dream of yours, a dream of yours.
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 

Gerd the Red

[Verse 1}
When the storms howl in autumn and the waters rise again
You might be able to hear a horrifying creaking
As a rotten peat-ship appears on the edge of the Devil's Moor
Which the clouds and the night evoke
 
And upon it a creepy figure stands tall
On which a scrap of red hair remains, attached to the skull
It is the Smuggler King, who clenches his fists in the wind
And raises himself there from his sodden grave.
 
[Refrain]
At full speed, at close reach
Never living like a dog
Who dares wins
Now I lie here on the ground
It was worth my freedom
I am Gerd the Red
 
[Verse 2]
And if he wants to deal with you, then don't believe a word he says
If he pours you a drink of brandy, don't care about it
He wants to release your soul and throw you overboard
With one hand he reaches for your money, and with the other he kills you.
 
[Refrain]
At full speed, at close reach
Never living like a dog
Who dares wins
Now I lie here on the ground
It was worth my freedom
I am Gerd the Red
 
[Verse 3]
The storm drives water over the land
And the sails are tarred
Flee, here comes the black hand
Which will teach you fear.
 
The storm drives water over the land
And the sails are tarred
Flee, here comes the black hand
Which will teach you fear.
 
The storm drives water over the land
And the sails are tarred
Flee, here comes the black hand
Hated and revered!
 
[Refrain]
At full speed, at close reach
Never living like a dog
Who dares wins
Now I lie here on the ground
It was worth my freedom
I am Gerd the Red