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Written by the amazing Einar (who I hope to one day meet) and sung by himself and my darling Lindy, et. al. Please enjoy.
We are an ancient tree
With fresh blossoms
Towards the sun we stretch
Forward to grow
Listen!
Far down in the root and in the cycles of years
Chant the old
Listen!
Far down in the root and in the cycles of years
In the bark lay wounds
They attest of honor
They attest of misdeed
Some hurt more than others
Look deep into
my eyes so blue
You must understand
Remember that all people
will in future leave
The Night it will come
I give you your heritage
If you want
It will not leave
Heavy it weighs
Remember, do not take more than you can carry
Deep in the earth
Roots give you direction
When storms rage
The creaking
Chants
Look deep into
my eyes so blue
You must understand
Remember that all people
will in future leave
The Night it will come
I give you your heritage
If you want
It will not leave
Heavy it weighs
Remember, do not take more than you can carry
For every sprout
We become taller and deeper
For every sprout
We become taller and deeper
Odal
Odal
I had the pleasure of meeting Lindy-Fay Hella (the dark-haired woman) many years ago, and we still speak on FB to this day. She sent me the link to this video, so I wanted to share it with you all.
Who shall sing me,
Into deathsleep sling me,
When I on the path to Hel go,
And this track I tread
Is cold, so cold, so cold.
I sought the songs,
I sent the songs.
Then the deepest well
Gave me tears so harsh
From the Slain-father's pledge.
I know everything, Odin,
To whom you gave your eye.
Who shall sing me,
Into deathsleep sling me,
Whence I on the path to Hel go,
And this track I tread
Is cold, so cold, so cold.
Early or in the day's end,
The raven still knows if I fall.
Once you stand at the gate to Hel
And when you have to tear free,
I shall follow you
Over Gjallarbrú with my song.
You will be free from the bonds that bind you,
You are free from the bonds that bound you!
"Cattle die,
Friends die,
So, too, must you die.
Though one thing
Never dies;
The fair fame one has earned.
Cattle die,
Friends die,
So, too, must you die.
I know one,
That never dies;
Judgement of a dead man's life."
..That denotes the type of person that HAWK2K is. I am sure it's a term a lot of you know well:
Shitbag.
Now don't get me wrong, I am sure that this isn't the popular opinion, but after having the displeasure of knowing him for 10 years on here, at least, and giving him MANY upon MANY chances to clear the air between us, as per usual, the hand that is extended in acceptance and forgiveness is bitten off.
Sadly, it would seem that this is indicative of the sort of person that I really do not need to be around, or even acknowledge with more than a passing nod. This is sad because I try to be accepting of anyone, regardless of their faults. I am a US Soldier, and god knows that I have many faults - Serving Trump being one of many, I'm sure.
But when you keep an eye on your Block list to see if a certain person falls off than quickly REblock them after telling them that a mutual associate of yours (DistortedSmile, a former user that I brought here) sends their regards, then we have problems.
A man is someone who tells you they would prefer not to speak to you and tells you why.
A boy tells you to leave them alone.
An animal does something based on pure instinct.
A nameless thing does something because they want to be a shitbag.
I'm sure that some will quickly go to him and tell him what I've said. I invite you to do so. If I had something to hide, I wouldn't post it here.
It’s funny all those weird and strange terms you mortals seem to make up out of the blue. It’s makes me laugh which is good it helps fight the demons and urges that hide deep down within me. So, a big thank you is in order. ~ Lord Nico
Das Lied ist definitiv auf Deutsch gesungen, aber ich denke nicht, dass es überhaupt zeitgenössisch ist. Wenn ich einen Versuch machen müsste, würde ich vermuten, dass es Mittelhochdeutsch war, denn ich weiß, dass der Komponist dieser Texte, Walther von der Vogelweide, im 12. Jahrhundert lebte und Althochdeutsch am Ende ausgestorben war der Mitte des 11. Jahrhunderts. Mmm. Da Vogelweide geboren wurde, nachdem sich die Sprache geändert hatte, würde ich davon ausgehen, dass dies Mittelhochdeutsch sein würde, denn obwohl ich kein Experte für Sprachanthropologie bin, scheint es nicht so, als würden sich Sprachen mit einer extrem schnellen Geschwindigkeit entwickeln Zumindest nicht vor etwa hundert Jahren.
So this song is definitely sung in German, but I don't think it's contemporary at all. If I had to take a stab at it, I'd guess it was Middle-High German, because I know that the composer of these lyrics, Walther von der Vogelweide lived in the 12th century, and Old High German was extinct by the end of the mid 11th century. Mmm. So because Vogelweide was born after the language had changed, my guess is that this would be Middle-High German, since, though I'm not an expert of linguistic anthropology, it doesn't seem like languages evolve at a super-fast rate, at least not before a hundred or so years have passed.
Diu werlt was gelf, rôt unde blâ,
grüene in dem walde und anderswâ,
die kleinen vogel sungen dâ,
nû schrîet aber diu nebelkrâ.
hat si iht ander varwe? jâ,
sist worden bleich und übergrâ,
des rimpfet sich vil manic brâ
des rimpfet sich vil manic brâ.
Ich saz ûf eime grüenen lê,
dâ entsprungen bluomen unde klê,
zwischen mir und jenem sê.
der ougenweide was dâ mê.
dâ wir schapel brâchen ê,
dâ lît nû rîfe und ouch der snê.
daz tuot des vogellînen wê
daz tuot des vogellînen wê.
Die tôren sprechent "sniâ, snî!"
und arme liute "owi, owi!"
des bin ich swaere alsam eine blî.
des winters sorge hân ich drî:
swaz der und ouch der ander si,
der wurde ich aller schiere frî,
waer úns der sumer nahe bî
Also deutsch ist es auf jeden Fall. Allerdings verstehe ich es auch nicht 100 Prozent. Es sieht teilweise fast aus wie Schwizerdütsch. Der Dialekt der in der deutschsprachigen Schweiz gesprochen wird...
Aber auch in Deutschland gibt es extreme Dialekte die nicht jeder Deutsche versteht :)
Aber trotzdem, wunderschön. Danke fürs posten.
Hallo! Danke für den Kommentar! Möglicherweise ist es nicht verständlich, weil diese Form von Deutsch vor vielen Jahrhunderten gesprochen wurde. Während einige Wörter gleich sind, haben sich andere Wörter entwickelt, denke ich. :)
Absolut richtig! Aber es ist schön diese alten Texte zu lesen! :)
13:18 Jan 27 2019 Times Read: 492
Most definitely, and wonderfully, Medieval French. Based on the theme of the song, if I had to guess, it was composed by a troubadour, and if I really wanted to stretch my assumption, I'd reckon somewhere in the South of France, which might make this language Provençal. Further analysis of these lyrics tells me that this might actually be an 'alba', or 'dawn-song', which was a genre of medieval poetry that dealt with the emotions experienced by lovers 'parting at dawn'. Think of a.. hmm.. okay. Think of when you try to sneak a dude or girl up into your room when you were a kid, and then kicked them out at dawn, so your parents wouldn't find him/her buggering you. It's the same concept, but in these 'alba's, there was always an ally of the lady who would warn the lovers when dawn would approach, such as a watchman or, in this song, a lark. There's a key phrase in this song that tells me this might be true: "et ke I'alowe chantait, ke dit: "amins, alons an",', meaning 'And the lark, arising, sang, as if to say "lovers, away!".' But also a point in a lot of Alba songs, the gentleman always tried to milk the moment for all that it was worth, and steal as much time as he could with her, hence the response below. As a lover of the Medieval era, Qntal is my sublime.
Es macht immer Spaß, wenn eine Kultur die Kultur eines anderen umfasst. So wie diese faszinierende Band "Skald", die trotz ihrer Herkunft aus Frankreich altnordisch ist.
It is always enjoyable when a culture embraces the culture of another. Such as this fascinating band, 'Skald', embracing Old Norse despite being from France.
It occurs to me that I haven't been here in ages. Not since my.. disagreements with certain Moderators about how to run things.
I respect and admire most of them, but there are a few who make me laugh because they're so.. ridiculous. Shit, I remember when they were bloody Whelps, and I was a high level member. Ah, those were the days... So to listen to their passive aggression is not intimidating, but laughable to the maximum factor. However, I didn't want to get into Kindergarten bullshit, so I left.
So, life. What have I been up to? Well, obviously, the Military, just became a SSG, so I'm pretty excited about that. Changed my MOS to Counterintelligence, but thinking about switching to the Air Force after my current contract is over.
Or I might just return to Germany and study Medieval History for my secondary Masters. Good to be well-rounded, I guess.
Well, I suppose that's all for now, I'm sure I'll linger for a few days before leaving because some member who thinks they're a Vampire or can intimidate me pissed me off. Eh.
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