Heathenreel*2001
TO OAK WOODS BESTOWED
Instrumental
PAGAN PURITY
One with the earth, pave my way through the green
From above I stare down at (the) crowds
There by the oaks, I'll honour the roots and the clouds
With trembling hands I feel my pure life deep within
Deep, deep colour of the leaves awakes me
Deep, deep colour of the sky…
Prechourus:
Then all the fowls stay silent
And the leaves end their fall
Suddenly I realise
The earth is breathing with me and I cry...
She is now my beloved bride
I am one, sole inheritance and yield
To myself the pageantry of being lonely,
I'm fit to be called a son of the minority,
Glad to be seen as an offkey in thy foreseen tune!
Fathomless wailing of the wind awakes me
It takes me up into the sky…
Chorus:
Besieged by the boundless grandeur of these
greenclad heaths
Could I swallow deep within of Mother Nature's seed
Branches pleached and berried bushes
and that lonely tree
To this oak wood I bestow my
Pagan purity!
One with the earth pave my way through the green
...from above I stare down at crowds
By the oaks I'll honour the roots
...from above I stare down at crowds
Solos: Jarpen, Aydan
Prechorus.
Chorus.
THE DWELLER OF RHYMES
From the branch where he dwells and lays
Nature revealed in cloak of rhymes
A verse, hidden mirror
And from the treetop of an oak
He laughed at people down beneath
Prechorus: With his eyes traveling over the scene (so strange)
He could mind-trace the flow
None of them realize something shared beyond
It's like a lighthouse from the port
Leading the boats to their quay
Chorus:
Lone but wealthy inside
Awaked by a sudden whisper
A rhyme
That slipped through his mind
Stunned by the tunes of the nature-born harp
He knows what they ignore
The Dweller of Rhymes
All is grist that comes to his mill
For him, lesson of Nature
His pockets full of nothing show
Knowledge alone could make him stand
Prechorus.
Chorus.
Warped inside a whirl of thousand words,
Can I compete with what's beyond?
Forced down by the waves made out of my mind,
Out of my life, into the mist
Solos: Jarpen, Aydan, Jarpen, Aydan, both
Chorus.
THE REGALITY DANCE
Gentlemen and ladies all please lend me your attention
I beg your pardon for my cheek, please join this heathenreel
Strange rules has this dance; suffers from a serious allergy
Reddens and becomes so unkind, when people're
acting just like you
The regal dance's about to start and I am here to tell you
"There's many a slip twixt cup and lip"
'tis something that could help you
On and on please join the ball,
Nobody will stop you
The steps they are so simple,
Look the moon is dancing too
Drink a toast with the wise man,
no one will care for you
Let the dances have their go,
follow 'till they reach the end
Mind the minstrels they will say
you're just another scarecrow
Not a word a single word, not for all the
whole damn world (you say...)
Chorus:
Step out of this regality dance
One foot in heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it shall make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin
I came I saw, do not want nothing at all,
do not want to moralise you
Or spitting hateful sentences, just trying to tease
your rudimental pride
"Live and let live" told the wise man,
as no one cared for him
From the soil which is now part of...
"leaving is so easier than living" (he says...)
Chorus.
Bienvenu Mesdames et Messieurs
To the Danse Païen
Please come in and hurry up or
You will miss your turn
Solos: Jarpen, Aydan
Chorus (x2):…
Face the truth are you worthy of this honesty filled - celebration!
Another tune bursting forth from the passion that
glides in my veins - can you feel it?
A speaking portrait's in front of me, do you acknowledge yourself? -
who painted you?
WHITE WILLOW
At night I heard the owls say :
"Find the truth beneath the stars
You'll have to travel back to heaths of green...
...The entrance to the oak woods
will be revealed to you
A king will tell you to ride until..."
... the leaves on the trees
from black colour turn to green
There to find the oak woods I seek,
where the old oaks still speak
At night I heard the old king say:
"To find your journey through the dark
You'll have to travel on a field of green"
Through time dark landscapes
leave their place to grasslands of joy
Bestowed to ancient oak woods here I ...
... stand astonished by green, light of power covers me
To understand the nature of man
I have now to speak with the trees.
In my life I always prayed the ancients
acting with pure honesty
This is time to face the truth so here I go
Running through the woods I question
every plant and every tree
Searching for the answer that was promised to me
Then the full moon comes out and the wind whispers in my ear :
"Ask for White Willow near the Silver Lake"...
Chorus: -The fire in my heart was burning like the flames of ancient times
White Willow with his knowledge opened up my eyes
-The vision of the world I had before was based on thousand lies
White Willow taught me how to live my life with truth
And there it stands the only White Willow tree
He embraced me and he told me to gaze at the stars!
The wise old tree twice spoke to me and he said :
"Bring truth to the ones that you trust
And make them believe that I still exist"
So he closed his eyes and I traveled back home
Back to my world, home I return :
And the birds cry out "The old king has died"
Now I am to be new Elvenking!
-Green power light was flowing down
my eyes like waters from the falls
White Willow filled my heart with lore I now recall
(lore I now recall!)
-The black horizons once I saw
now turn to white as I pass by
And now I know why man can't bear
to know the nature of the truth
Narrator: and there it stands, the only white willow tree
with golden leaves and a sweet old voice
He embraced me, hard as rock
and he told me, gaze at the stars
In the light I still see, the only willow tree
I'm living on, the dream he shared with me
Sometimes I can still see, the good old speaking tree
His voice like ambrosia's flowing deep in me
SKYWARDS
Your bright enchanting smile
Reminds me of the day when I learnt
That nothing lasts forever
And your goodwill's just another
hoax of your kind
Time and time again
That feeling had got lost and ever since
I've tried to understand the meaning of
My inner self conviction I lied (to myself)
Bridge:
As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness
That cannot last 'till the day after
From this I will hide myself
Chorus:
Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don't know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know I'm standing alone
Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall once again
The lovely beeches told me to think for myself;
to bury down the lies of other minds...and I know
I cannot be last but first
Bridge.
Chorus.
Torturize in the night I am falling down - into the dark
Deep within it's a dream I cannot control - It's killing me
My human conscience is dragging me down - into the dark
The temptress whispers..."again"... - It's killing me
Skywards
OAKENSHIELD
Oh pick up flutes and fiddles,
a new tune is beginning
A melody forsaken,
on the chords of our elders' song
Each note is telling a story,
a fragment of existence
Oh people ye who listen,
sit down and hear the old man's story
He was standing right in front of me,
few steps from where I've been
That day the manor's tower is hiding
a sun in agony
Filthy and soiled from head to feet,
his sword was rusty and ruined
But in his eyes I caught
a fleeting glimpse of his pride
He said:
"Seven moons painted the skies before I reached for the chosen one
A travel through the starlit horizons, through the magic's way
On the path that leads us to knowledge, a light fall of rites
and believes from past forgotten times
Outshining the malice on our thoughts !
Chorus:
A story that came from so many
miles and years ago
The legend of the magic shield
The elf, the dwarf, the man who carries
true faith deep within
Was known by everyone as Oakenshield
I didn't understand the words he said,
the silence fell on the scene
A watercolour painted with
a thousand shades of feels
A wooden shield tied on his back,
the magic wisdom seed
From that day on
He told
"From the time when the ancients' glory rules us all, the shield has been
passed hand in hand to the few, whose hearts are pure and bold
made with the hardwood of Usdu'm, never
decline his influence on character
outstanding is the power of our will !
Chorus.
Intermezzo:
Shield, from the sources of our depths
in the universal edge
Declining
Shield, from the wounds in your malice grains
"Face up and take a contact with your inner fears
You will find a well of gloominess and humble damp
Make yourself a trace on walk, the power of become
The enchantment is the magic of being"
Solos: Aydan, Jarpen
Slowly fades the light, the story slips away
The old man's tired now: doze off!
"Sleep well, keeper of the shield!"
Mankind could never understand,
the shield remains forever only as a…
Chorus.
HOBS AN' FEATHERS
The hobs are climbing on the hill
To seek the gold of fairy light
Into the holts they run and wait
They dress in green, they love their gold
They talk to hornbeams in the cold
The old forest is their shelter
Now I see them all
Into the light they're ready to go
Strength in hand they walk
Into the barrows, they sing that old song
Chorus:
Hobs - Hobs an' feathers
Hobs - Hobs an' feathers
The infiltrate through barrow lands
With pegs and pickets they go on
To thieve the treasures of the ghosts
…into the room there is a chest
Only dust where it rests
Inside no gold: a bunch of feathers
I have seen them go
Into the light, they've already gone
Feathers in hand they hold
Sad in the barrows, they cry that old song
Chorus.
They dress in green, they love their gold
They talk to hornbeams in the cold
The old forest is their shelter
I have seen them go
Into the light, they've already gone
Feathers in hand they hold
Sad in the barrows, they cry that old song
Chorus (x2).
CONJURING OF THE 14th
Follow down the path
It leads to a circle of houses,
Where foreigners are not well thought
And strangers unwelcome to their affairs!
The villagers (so they said) do heathen rituals
"Just for a while
Look through the chimney stack
Through the mist, aren't you afeared?
Ajar are the doors
A smell of rotten woods
In the mud, aren't you afraid?"
Solo: Jarpen
Hidden by the clouds
A pallid sun on a November day
An expedition organised
To go and see what's going on
The villagers (none of them)
To get provisions as they used to...
"Just for a while
Look through the chimney stack
Through the mist, aren't you afeared?
A smell of rotten woods
In the mud, aren't you afraid?"
Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born,
he's always been
The sins to expiate in front of him, will be the
worst part of your dreams!
(Someone said it is a magic place!)
Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon,
Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glances
Lies a village, built on a clearing
Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously,
and a mansion on a hill
That mournful light in (the) ground floor
window is always lit!
As they reached the hamlet on the hill
They found nobody at all!
(was anybody there?)
Faint light in the house
(where have they gone?)
Would they dare to go inside (to go inside)
When they all returned back home
They told of uncanny things
When they all returned back home
Inside (knock, knock) their souls
something's hopelessly gone!
Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead,
drowned in the stream
While we was having a bath,
"A terrible misfortune,
Was an incredible and fatal accident!"
Ichabold De le Fournier, son of the Major,
was the second one,
His horse fell on top of him,
the wounds were too serious to be cured.
One by one the thirteen died, all those who
had been to that village faced the unknown One!
One was hanged, the other choked, little by little
all the townsmen understood
The Conjuring of the 14th was gliding
in the mazes of their lives
Thirteen souls to replace the old, the evil lifeblood will
flow in the shadows of their bodies
Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born,
he's always been
The sins to expiate in front of him,
(Someone said it is a magic place!)
Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon,
Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glances
Lies a village, built on a clearing
When they went back to the village then,
thirteen houses occupied
Thirteen new inhabitants,
whom does he look like?
Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously,
and a mansion on a hill
That mournful light in (the) ground floor
window will be always lit!
A DREADFUL STRAIN
Under (the) moon, spring time still to come
"If I keep questing, I may find some settling!"
Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood
Look around at the frightened faces
One man speaks, loud and loud he cries
"All those strange fellows must go away to barrows!"
Then they all went for a riot indeed
Torch in hand and angry glances
Here is Jenny Greenteeth,
twelve miles from the nearest inn
(the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks,
she's as old as trees!
- be aware - As old as trees!
Nighttime - never they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden,
through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver,
twiggy arms don't want your gold....!
In the end, the circle's close at hand
Living more gently, let's have a glass of brandy
Never they saw their home's door open at night
Stars witness their silent traces
Here is Dana o'Shee,
she's dwelling by to take revenge
Empty a jug of whitest milk
over her head!
- she'll pass away - Over her head!
Nighttime - never they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden,
through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver,
fear is sold at half price....!
Solos: Jarpen, Aydan
Nighttime...
...fear is sold at half price....!
SEASONSPEECH
Voice of Fall: Damnagoras
Summerplunge: Pauline Tacey
Spirit of Spring: Laura de Luca
Wintersoul: Jarpen
F: We're going to tell the tale of tales
Su: Are you sure? Or a little story of fancy
F: Seamen W: Dreamen F: Listen all!
W & Sp: The Fall begins his speech
F: So I bring rest upon the earth
Sp: With my seed, wealdcover all thy hearthstones
W: Soothing Su: Trimming W: Hum to sleep!
F & Su: The ornaments of wooodnotes!
(Su: Night surrounds, we're roaming through the
shades of forgotten fairytales)
Sp: Can you hear the rhymes of winds?
F: The chant of leaves that fall?
W: No, no don't let me fall! F: Be quiet you!
F & Sp: The renaissance of the seals
I rest...
Prechorus:
I rest upon the riverbank,
worshipper of my thrills
The crackling of the dead leaves
counts the steps
that lead me to the sea
Chorus:
Listen to this rigmarole,
wake up and follow
Undertone, along with me,
it's just a hint murmuring sigh
Hushing the plains for miles
it comes from nowhere
I'm aware of my communion,
I'll dance from nightfall
an' evermore
Su: Look, winter's cloak is numbing all
F: Don't be a fool, you're doing it out of spite!
(Sp: You're unfair!)
W: Whiten, now all is white
Su: But soon you'll pass away
Twitch and twirl, the Wintersoul
whirled past us in silence
like a passing whim so...
Woke, reborn, a seed to be swallowed
by the soil caressed
in morning's light veils
Twitch and twirl, the Wintersoul
has passed dimensions so
Cruel, reborn, no more forlorn...
dimensions so cruel
Prechorus.
Chorus.
Solo: Aydan
A piece of a dream, the feel of being part within!
Dream up your own temptation
A piece of a dream, the feel of being part of it!
Build up your own temptation for me!
Solos: Jarpen, Aydan
Cherished and mantled
by the open sea
The waves, ebbs and flows
are now singing with me
And soundless the sky
frays over the land
While a million stars,
watch over all men
While a million stars,
watch over all men through the lands
Chorus (x2)
Night surrounds,
we're roaming through the shades
of forgotten fairytales
We have told the tale of tales
I will rest upon the earth
The Wintersoul will pass away