Dziewanna - Brunhilda

Brunhilda was the legendary valkyrie serving Odin. When the world was ruled by peace, the valkyries descended to mortals as swans. Brunhilda also took this shape. One day, she decided to take a swim in the lake and shed her swan feathers. The king, who was just preparing for war, noticed her. He persuaded Brunhilda to take his side and support him in the fight. Odin, however, was furious, so he imprisoned the valkyrie in the castle as a punishment. She was freed by a brave warrior. From then on, however, she was an ordinary woman who greeted fallen warriors at the gates of Valhalla, but no longer had any magical powers.
Thank you very much to everyone involved in the project, to the below-mentioned talented People, and to the Patrons for their great support 🙂 ❤. Many thanks also to the Park Miniatur Inwałd for providing us with so many beautiful places and for such a warm welcome. I am very grateful to all of you!
And now, so as not to write anymore ...
Brunhild.
Dziewanna (Kungsljus) - composition, vocal, lyrics
Michał Górka (band Daj Ognia) - tagelharpa
  / dajognia  
Grensir - instrumentations
  / grensirmusic  
Oliwia Moroń (Oliwia Moroń Film&Photography) - video
  / oliwiamoronfilmphoto  
Krzysztof „leon” Lenard (No Fear Records) - mix, mastering
  / nofearstudio  
Franciszek Banet (Dla Przyjaciół F.) - recordings
  / dlaprzyjaciolfranek  
Special thanks to Dragen for acting.

The king is dead, long live the king / x4

Winds rage, heavenly demons,
turning the summer darkness to dust;
the sound of hooves thunders, awakening the wraiths,
hush! They go, hush, virgins at night whirl.
From the end of heaven, though they said –
they have no end like hard time,
singing from the golden hall,
hush! The forest hummed, hush! You are not.

Feathers whiten under dusk with a cuirass,
the dresses of the priestesses of brave souls,
the hearts enjoy the peace,
among the seas, hush! Stormy seas.

Ref. Gammel mann,
gammel mann,
at the heavenly gate
one of them hums the warriors to sleep,
her beauty turns golden among rainbow streaks,
the voice flows into the blue distance, they shout: skål!
Gammel mann,
gammel mann,
at Valhalla's gate
your blood will be absorbed by the myth.
Put down your weapons, hands in hand! Today will sing to you
Brunhild at the gates of paradise.

They cut the water from the ebony hair,
one of the swan feathers shines on the shore,
a voice wanders in the morning dew,
hush! The frenzy continues, long live our king!
Brunhild's spear, like a dragon's tusk,
it bites its enemies, brings death,
over her all father of the wrath of darkness
he spreads his garments, a thorn brings sleep.

The walls of the castle are shining in the fire
her whole house for the rest of the days.
Then the war was mighty, in the misty dawn
Brunhild brings a sunny dawn.
A dragon spear never cut
there is no power for ever,
from then on fallen when matins rises
greets a voice, hush hush! Brunhild's voice ...

Ref. Gammel mann, gammel mann...