DISCOGRAPHY
Burzum "Belus" 2010
Byelobog Productions
English (not American): Tracklist
- The Intrigues of Leuke (Introduction)
- The Death of Belus
- The River of Forgetfulness
- The Descent of Kaimadalthas
- Sword Dance
- The Horse of Kelio
- Dawn
- The Return of Belus (Conclusion)
The Intrigues of Leuke (Introduction)
[Instrumental]
"A thunder casts down the staff,
hits the worm in the head with a rock,
travels by lightning down into the garden;
he finds a bough in the oak."
The Death of Belus
The sorcerer climbs a tree
finds Earth's old pain,
cuts it down in the peace of autumn,
with seax cuts out its heart.
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer calls the spirits!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer sings his spells.
The growth is placed in linen cloth,
the holy oak spirit,
the sorcerer secured the world's peace,
fertility, solar power in his hand!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer calls the spirits!
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground,
the sorcerer sings his spells.
There is the burning force of the sun;
there is the fertile sea of the Earth;
in the mighty wand of the sorcerer;
in the animated staff of the king.
The River of Forgetfulness
With dying sun and moon,
a journey to the sea of shadows begins.
The bear will watch the funeral pyre.
The body is placed in a stone grave.
Behind a veil Earth's weeping is heard;
the light of summer is disappearing,
the oak spirit is placed in a boat,
winter and autumn win again.
I will return.
I will come back.
When the spirits of winter are weak.
I will come home.
Below the ground, the hidden world,
behind the clouds towards the west,
ends the long boat journey,
where winter and autumn are feasting.
It is cold and dark in the deep,
only the shadows grow there,
the dark creature is found there,
the darkest horrors.
I will return.
I will come back.
When the spirits of winter are weak.
I will come home.
The dead rest in white clothes,
behind heavy cold stone doors,
but if you listen to the army of the dead,
you can some times hear them sing.
The dead rest in white clothes,
behind heavy cold stone doors,
but if you listen to the army of the dead,
you can some times hear them sing.
I will return.
I will come back.
When the spirits of winter are weak.
I will come home.
The Descent of Kaimadalthas
Body of the oak spirit, sorcerer's wand.
Sorcerer with key and mask,
naked and white, into the grave,
only dressed in the ash of our world.
Along the walls; long, pointy spears.
On the benches, mails of steel.
He tip-toes without a sound,
see ash on the ground from fires.
I travel to the darkest deep where everything is dead.
Into the dark realm of the mound,
the silent dead sit there.
Must not yield to fear,
but travel to the desolate places of the world.
Roof is covered with shields,
helmets, belts, knives and swords;
above the brown soil of the stone hall
a creature, the ghost of a woman.
I travel to the darkest deep where everything is dead.
The shape of the sorcerer in the tree outside,
hangs, bending its head.
The cow bleeds, hear it cry,
the sorcerer unties his knots.
The sorcerer collects the gifts
given to him by the pale dead,
from old dark stone graves
he finds the most beautiful.
I go to Kelio.
I travel to the darkest deep where everything is dead.
Belt and mail, cakes and clothes,
helmets and divine weapons,
runes and verses, dried berries,
the door to the grave is open!
From elves, the craftsmen of weapons,
to fair reborn dead,
those who fought the wolf
in a world now desolate.
I go to Kelio.
I travel to the darkest deep where everything is dead.
Sword Dance
The hour of winter has come,
when the wolf and the bear shall die;
tear down the fur, a mask,
trample it, say winter; adieu!
Winter spirit, you shall die!
Winter spirit, bleed in the snow!
Winter spirti, I am summer!
Winter spirit, and I am coming!
Fire and smoke, screams and noise;
the sorcerer runs through the forest.
Use leaves and soot, sword and steel.
Soon the sun will shine from above.
Winter spirit, you shall die!
Winter spirit, bleed in the snow!
Winter spirti, I am summer!
Winter spirit, and I am coming!
Fire and smoke, screams and noise;
the sorcerer runs through the forest.
Use leaves and soot, sword and steel.
Soon the sun will shine from above.
Winter spirit, you shall die!
Winter spirit, bleed in the snow!
Winter spirti, I am summer!
Winter spirit, and I am coming!
The Horse of Kelio
When the snow melts we weep;
winter has been defeated.
The oak spirit has been released,
the spirits of summer have prevailed.
When the snow melts we weep;
winter has been defeated.
The oak spirit has been released,
the spirits of summer have prevailed.
A spirit comes from below,
horse from the hidden deep,
to prepare man,
our entire world wept.
A spirit comes from below,
horse from the hidden deep,
to prepare man,
our entire world wept.
Dawn
The first Sunday morning of spring
we can see the army again.
Finally mourning ends.
A hare runs across the field.
On the tallest mountain in the east
you can see the red sun.
You can see and enjoy the comfort,
from the peak see Earth give birth.
The force of the sun has returned,
the oak spirit is reborn.
The power of the sun has returned.
Summer has arrived.
The Return of Belus (Conclusion)
[Instrumental]