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.