The Ancient Spells of the Past

I stand timeless in this vast open space Beholding the untouched lands of this glorious realm before me An old trail ahead of me of an unspoken wanderer Embracing the deep shadows of old winter Embracing the cold northwind's mystical breeze I am one with the nightscape I am one with the nightsky On forgotten paths Untill I'm home Where is the road going? I wonder I wander Onwards as the pale shadow suggests Untold stories of forgotten paths My thoughts drift afar My eyes behold a dim mist rising This never ending long road oblivion, salvation, ahead of me Alas! Shadows of the old Lo and behold Mighty kingdom With a vacant throne Am I to forever wander Or take this throne of the night? I stand before me The kingdom so vast I stand in awe

The magical night falls again The Timeless gates stand still The mystical secrets of the forbidden woods This ageless silence remains

The magical night falls again The Timeless gates stand still The mystical secrets of the forbidden woods This ageless silence remains A potent longing for the Unheard Of A majestic longing for the Unheard Of A fragile longing For The Unheard Of A sincere longing For The Unheard Of I grasp a lucid lonely yearning Instinctive old passions linger Inhale the fragile dust of a lifetime Only hollow whispers remain Of melancholy This that once was Forever in longing

Into The Magical Realm Of The Woods Past the veil to the otherworldly forest realm Dark gloomy curiosity draws me into the primeval woods A thirst for adventure draws me deep into to the mysterious forest The forest spirits guard the age old sacred realm They watch after this intruding nightly wanderer I am led into the cover of the otherworldly woods And again silence, unnatural silence surrounds me Entire reality is devoid of sound The anticipated secrets unravel as I enter A magical realm appears before me I am mesmerized by the magical realm of the woods I am embraced by the magical realm of the woods I am enchanted by the magical realm of the woods Can I ever leave? Should I?

Circling time and wandering space Entwined sisters of forever now Around me dancing, observing Present and bewildering Here and now Face to face with destiny The ancient spells of the past Surging through Chaos A movement ever colliding Blistering motion cracks the ether Everything in life Timeless motion and endless birth Spreading it's vibrant wings In the vibrations of waves Happening, being present The coming and gone Here and now The coming and gone The ancient spells of the past I am with the original seed I carry the ancient magica, Magic to enter the beyond balance Knowledge of the everbeings Knowledge of the mind and soul I know the word, alas! The ancient spells of the past

Formless Ageless Floating Beautifull Hollow Yearning Silence Darkness Undying Sorrow Forever Wander Pale Homeward Souls

This is the story of the Death Of Baldr the son of Óðin and the most gentle and most loved of the gods. He began seeing frightening nightmares boding peril to his life and The Æsir took them seriously so they listed all the things that might cause harm to him. The Death Of Baldr. his mother, Frigg, traveled the nine worlds and convinced each and every thing to swear an oath to her not to harm Baldr. After this the gods made sport of testing Baldr's new found safety. They threw darts and hacked him with axes, but nothing could harm Baldr. Loki - the Trickster - was envious to Baldr so he took the shape of an old woman and travelled to Fensalir to learn from Frigg that she had missed just one thing: the little harmless mistletoe bush. Loki then found a mistletoe bush and turned a branch of it into a sharpened dart. The Death Of Baldr. He returned to the company of the gods, and found them throwing darts against Baldr in sport. To one side was Höðr, Baldr's blind brother. Loki asked him why he wasn't joining in the sport. He said he had no dart, nor could he see to shoot it. Thus gave Loki the mistletoe dart to Höðr, and guided his hand to throw the dart at Baldr. The dart flew through the hall and struck Baldr. It pierced him and passed right through Baldr. Down to his face fell Baldr. Dead was Baldr. The grief of the Æsir was bottomless; their silence was deafening. They knew who was responsible for the death of Baldr. Höðr could not see their fearsome gaze, and Loki could not withstand it. So He fled. Loki fled. Goddesses began to wail and weep. The Death Of Baldr. Baldr lies dead.