Lyrics of Hemfärd - Månegarm

Hemfärd (original)

Höstens första gryning stiger stilla, sprider sina
Färger över frostig äng.
Löv faller mot marken
Ett stormande hav av färger
Ett bidande mörker, står åter vid årets port… Landet faller
Mot en stilla dvala.
Dunkla ter sig dagarna, under moln tyngda av
Regn.
Isig är Rimfaxes fradga
I arla timma
Ropen från skogen kallar mig hem, till mina
Fränder… till min säng.
Hemåt, hemåt… viskar mitt inre
Hem till djupa dalar och lövfyllda sänkor
Till stigarna jag alltid vandrat, till bäckar som släckt min törst
Till gölar och sjöar för mig så bekanta, där jag speglat mig, svalkat
Mig under stjärnklara nätter
Hem, för att känna morgonbrisens kyla
På rådarnas berg… hem
Tankar vandrar över gammal mark.
Ekon av det
Gamla arvets hopp.
Sluten av gudarnas tunga andedräkt
Askens blad viskar stilla, täljer om jorden och
Världar nedan, om bergen och de som där råda
Viskar om det som är mitt hem
Dess rötter som sig svalka I underjordens kalla
Strömmar.
Täljer om visdom som dväljs och
Urkraften som glöder däri
Viskar om havet och bäckarna som där mynnar
Om skogen som ruvar dunkel och stilla
Fylld av minnen och gamla sår
Seg och kraftfull, stolt och klok.
Med roten I myllan
Fylld av livets dryck
Täljer om de gamla folken, de vackra som dansar
Över myren.
Om skogens konung som stilla vakar vid tjärnens
Kant
Om skogens härskarinna den fagra som förvillar
Detta kvinnliga väsen ljuvt doftande av löv
Den viskar om himlen och stjärnorna där ovan
Om hemligheterna som djäljes där.
Viskar nordanbäckens friska
Vatten.
Talar om Bifrost den slutliga vägen hem…
Stilla går solen ned I horisonten, de två världarna möts…
Ett drömmens rike faller inpå
Från tjärnen stiger en dimma, lätt som älvors tårar
Vandrar ovan den svarta ytan
Än en gång står jag här.
På rådarnas berg
Känner nattbrisens kyla.
Månen sjunger sin full
Hör mina fränder ropa.
Välkomnar mig hem
Aldrig mer lämnar jag detta.
Detta eviga bo
English translation:
The first dawn of autumn slowly rises
Spreading colour over frosty meadow
Leaves fall to the ground
A storming sea of colours
A biding darkness is yet again at Year’s gate
The land sinks into a quiet torpor
The days appear dim under clouds heavy with rain
Icy is the froth of Rimfax in the early hours
The calls from the forest call me home.
To my kin…
To my bed.
Homeward, homeward my inner whispers
Home to deep valleys and leaf-filled vales
To the paths I’ve always wandered
To streams that have quenched my thirst
To ponds and lakes so known to me
Where I’ve watched my reflection
Cooled in the night under star-filled sky
Home, to feel the chill of the morning breeze on the mountain of the Fey…
Home
Thoughts wander over ancient land
Hope from the old legacy echoes
Shrouded in the heavy breath of gods
The leaves of the ash whisper quietly
They tell of earth and worlds below
Of mountains and those who rule there
They whisper of that which is my home
These roots that cool
In the cold streams of the underworld
They tell of wisdom that dwell
And the primal force glowing therein
They whisper of the sea
And the brooks flowing there
Of the forest brooding dark and still
Filled with memories and old wounds
Tenacious and powerful.
Proud and wise
With the root in the soil.
Filled with the liquid of life
They tell of the old people.
The beautiful that dance over the bog
Of the king of the forest.
Quietly watching by the shore of the lake
Of the mistress of the forest.
The frail and misleading
This female being.
With a delightful scent of leaves
They whisper of the sky and the stars above.
Of the secrets above
They whisper of the fresh water in the northern brook
They tell of Bifrost and the final road home
The sun settles slowly in the horizon.
The two worlds meet
A kingdom of dreams falls closely
From the lake a mist rises.
Light, as the tears of elves
Wanders over the black surface
I stand here yet again.
On the mountainof the fey
Feeling the cold of the night breeze.
The moon sings its full
Hear my kin call.
Welcoming me home
Never again will I leave this.
My eternal home

(translation)

The first dawn of autumn rises quietly, spreading its
Colors over frosty meadow.
Leaves fall to the ground
A stormy sea of ​​colors
A biting darkness, stands again at this year's gate… The land is falling
Towards a quiet hibernation.
The days seem dark, under clouds weighed down
Rain.
Icy is Rimfaxe's froth
I arla timma
The cries from the forest call me home, to mine
Relatives… to my bed.
Home, home… whispers my inner self
Home to deep valleys and leaf-filled depressions
To the paths I always walked, to streams that quenched my thirst
To puddles and lakes so familiar to me, where I reflected, cooled
Me during starry nights
Home, to feel the cold of the morning breeze
On the councilors' mountain… home
Thoughts wander over old land.
Echoes of it
The hope of the old heritage.
Closed by the heavy breath of the gods
The leaves of the ashes whisper quietly, carving the earth and
Worlds below, about the mountains and those who rule there
Whispers about what is my home
Its roots that cool in the cold of the underworld
Streams.
Tells about wisdom that dwells and
The primordial power that glows in it
Whispers about the sea and the streams that flow there
About the forest that broods dark and still
Filled with memories and old wounds
Tough and powerful, proud and wise.
With the root In the soil
Filled with the drink of life
Tells about the old peoples, the beautiful ones who dance
Across the bog.
About the king of the forest who still watches over the pond
Edge
About the mistress of the forest, the beautiful one who confuses
This female creature sweetly smelling of leaves
It whispers about the sky and the stars above
About the secrets that are hidden there.
Whispers the health of the northern brook
Water.
Talking about Bifrost the final way home…
Quietly the sun goes down On the horizon, the two worlds meet…
The realm of a dream is approaching
From the pond rises a mist, light as the tears of fairies
Walks above the black surface
Once again I stand here.
On the mountains of the rulers
Feel the cold of the night breeze.
The moon sings its full
Hear my relatives shout.
Welcome me home
I will never leave this again.
This eternal abode
English translation:
The first dawn of autumn slowly rises
Spreading color over frosty meadow
Leaves fall to the ground
A storming sea of ​​colors
A biding darkness is yet again at Year’s gate
The land sinks into a quiet torpor
The days appear dim under clouds heavy with rain
Icy is the froth of Rimfax in the early hours
The calls from the forest call me home.
To my kin…
To my bed.
Homeward, homeward my inner whispers
Home to deep valleys and leaf-filled vales
To the paths I’ve always wandered
To streams that have quenched my thirst
To ponds and lakes so known to me
Where I’ve watched my reflection
Cooled in the night under star-filled sky
Home, to feel the chill of the morning breeze on the mountain of the Fey…
Home
Thoughts wander over ancient land
Hope from the old legacy echoes
Shrouded in the heavy breath of gods
The leaves of the ash whisper quietly
They tell of earth and worlds below
Of mountains and those who rule there
They whisper of that which is my home
These roots that cool
In the cold streams of the underworld
They tell of wisdom that dwell
And the primal force glowing therein
They whisper of the sea
And the brooks flowing there
Of the forest brooding dark and still
Filled with memories and old wounds
Tenacious and powerful.
Proud and wise
With the root in the soil.
Filled with the liquid of life
They tell of the old people.
The beautiful that dance over the bog
Of the king of the forest.
Quietly watching by the shore of the lake
Of the mistress of the forest.
The frail and misleading
This female being.
With a delightful scent of leaves
They whisper of the sky and the stars above.
Of the secrets above
They whisper of the fresh water in the northern brook
They tell of Bifrost and the final road home
The sun settles slowly in the horizon.
The two worlds meet
A kingdom of dreams falls closely
From the lake a mist rises.
Light, as the tears of elves
Wanders over the black surface
I stand here yet again.
On the mountainof the fey
Feeling the cold of the night breeze.
The moon sings its full
Hear me can call.
Welcoming me home
Never again will I leave this.
My eternal home