Sometimes music can evoke a primal feel in your heart. Your imagination takes you away on a warrior’s journey where you see yourself in an ancestral form where you stand, spear in hand to go and hunt with your brother to get an elk or caribou to help feed your tribe. Something in you reconnects with nature. A time before cellphone addictions and the rat-race we are cursed with. A time before we got pampered and lazy with shopping centres and hunted for food. If we lose our shopping centres and cellphones, if technology decays will we survive? Be real, most of us are fucked.
Ritual lyrics
Vindum, vindum
vef Darraðar,
þann’s ungr konungr
átti fyrri;
framm skulum ganga
ok í folk vaða,
þars vinir órir
vópnum skipta.
Vindum, vindum
vef Darraðar
ok siklingi
síðan fylgjum;
þar séa bragnar
blóðgar randir,
Gunnr ok Göndul
es grami fylgðu.
Vindum, vindum
vef Darraðar,
þars vé vaða
vígra manna;
lótum eigi
líf hans farask,
eigu valkyrjur
vals of kosti.
You said/ Julle sê