An official music video by Norwegian Nordic-folk group Wardruna for "Lyfjaberg," rooted in the Eddic poem Fjölsvinnsmál. The song depicts a ritual ascent of the mythic Healing-Mountain where pilgrims shed possessions, time and fear before being cured by ancient runic chants.
Transcript
Saddle your soul and let it ride With blind eyes, you’ll surely find the way Draw your breath in – let your thoughts fly Let it out slowly – on winds you´ll bide The spindle spins, the thoughts entwine revolving sight The enchantment song lures the soul from its shape Out through the door, through the cobweb-veil Out borne on bare feet, a heavy burden Out in your innermost, a steep trail ahead High upon Healing-Peak, nine maidens await At the first stop where paths cross, you pause Leave clothes behind and all you own Where you are heading, they´ll be of no use The burden lightens, but heavy is the trail ahead At the second stop where paths cross, you pause Leave time behind, and weighty thoughts Where you are heading, they´ll be of no use The burden lightens, but heavy is the trail ahead At the third stop where paths cross, you pause Leave fears behind, let fall all masks Where you are headed, they´ll be of no use The burden lightens, but heavy is the trail ahead Naked at the top, the mountain knows you North waves an eagle-wing, the wind it draws The shadow-women dance about you They sing for you, chanting powerful runes Wounds and sickness, Of marrow and blood, Of meat and bone (Into weather and wind) Of flesh and skin, into weather and wind you fade (you fade) I summon you into the mountain blue (Neither sun nor moonshine) Where neither sun nor moonshine can reach you (can reach you) I summon you into the forest where no one dwells (Sink in the the) and out to the sea where no man rows (sea where no man rows) Deep beneath an earthbound stone out of harm’s way (Run through the rivers) Run through the rivers and roll with the ocean tides (and roll with the ocean tides) Healing-hill stands for eternity It comforts the sick and the sore Each and every one who assails that rock Will find their lifelong ailment cured Leave it behind on Healing-Peak Where the rivers and streams Dance northwards and down That mountain mends all those who climb