[Upon a mountain in the middle of the universe, high above the world of man, rises the abode of gods. The shining halls of the gods circle in the sky like the stars and the twelve signs of the zodiac. Only those who are brave and pure of heart will be brought up in the air to the palaces of Asgard. They will ride upon the rainbow and fight side by side with the gods on the end of days.]
Riding on the rainbow and they’ll pass the gate of Heimdal. Open up Gladheim and the Walhall! In the house of Odin the fallen one is standing With all Einherjar, ready for war.
When the seal is broken up in the midwinter sky, all the dead will follow Odin and they’re coming by the storm In the middle of the world the rock of Gods stand high. On the dark yule-night The gods will descend with the dead of the brave.
Take us to Walhalla when we’ll pass the gate of Heimdal. Let us meet gods (and) follow their ride. If you watch the nightsky you will find their dwelling in the stars they live (as the) zodiac signs.
When the bridge will make a way for all the northern gods all the dead will ride on Bifrost and they’re coming by the storm Sagas from the ancient days are written in the sky When you read the runes again Walhalla and Asgard are reborn.
You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes and when you’re on the street You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye and an easy smile You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they turn their backs on you You’ll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder You know, it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder As you get older Yeah, and in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south Hide your head in the sand Just another sad old man All alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around So have a good drown, as you go down all alone Dragged down by the stone
Gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone’s expendable, and no one has a real friend And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner Everything’s done under the sun But you believe at heart everyone’s a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone Who was dragged down by the stone
… and back to the classics. This song was my favourite for years and I haven’t listened to it since I don’t even know when. And now I can’t stop and well my tearducts can’t stop either... so many memories. MEH. I don’t know what’s with me today.
Enchantment has but one truth: I weep to have what I fear to lose