Bloode to Bloode - Stormwarrior
It's the age of the elders
Oh the olde master's time
When deepe covert sageness
Indwell'd in our signes
Olde wordes bounde to wisdome
Oh so privy and grande
Solemnly spoken
Revealinge their strength
Now baldr and oden
The bold and the wise
In the depths of the woodlande
On their horses they ride
Baldr's foal on the grounde
Oh a foote hath been sprain'd
And the olde wisdome's man
Intones the olde phrase
Och oden viskar besvarjande
Bone to bone
Bloode to bloode
Joint to joint
So may they be glued
Bone to bone bloode to bloode
One eyed father
Thy ken may come true
I recalle the runes
On my own inwarde eye
Those that once I descried
The life givinge signes
I enter the secret realmes and
I gaine the poweres to heale
And thus I now whisper their names
And their magick reveals
Och oden viskar besvarjande
Bone to bone bloode to bloode
Joint to joint
So may they be glued
Bone to bone bloode to bloode
One eyed father
Thy ken may come true
Bone to bone
And bloode to bloode
Joint to joint
So may they be
Glued
Like bone sprain
So bloode sprain
So joint sprain
Bone to bone
And bloode
Bone to bone
Bloode to bloode
Joint to joint
So may they be glued
Bone to bone
Bloode to bloode
One eyed father
Thy ken may come true
Bone to bone
Bloode to bloode
Joint to joint
Bloode to bloode
Bone to bone
Bloode to bloode