A song inspired from Stephen R. Lawhead's Song of Albion
I’m Nudd the god of worst/just been born by humans thirst/watcher of the greedy mind/arise within all lie/war’s my prefer attitude/wastland as my privat form/murder, rape my eldest born/I’m glad to feast your tears
None of you will whorship me/till you decide to set me free/from these days you will ever fight, not feel in pleasant mine/some of you will oust their deed/other walk in pride or creep/but in the end to all come suffer/who’s chosen on my way
So sie sahen die junge Maid/alleine tief in dichtem Wald/überkam sie unbändige Lust/sowie ein brennender Frust/Als nicht zu Willen sie war/vergingen sie sich mit Gewalt/erkannten alsbald sie zu spät wessen Siege sie errangen.
Es war kein Überleben/die Bedrohung war hier fremd/doch das Land, dass sie begehrten/wurd durch ander Volk bestellt/so trieben sie sie zusammen/ohne Ehre, ohne Gnade/und sie schlachten alle nieder/mit meinem Lächeln auf den Lippen
Med en barndom i helvede/forladt alene uden hverv/de lyttede til heraldens råb/værdigheden man er lovet/nu står de flæbene foran ruinen/af Messias hyklerien/og ser i stedet for himmelriket/mit hånlige grinende ansigt
Mit em Niid/mit em Niid/chunt s’Verderbe/und verdorbe simmer alli chlii/I’m glad to feast your tears
Now your mine a slave of worst/drowning into humans thirst/blinded by the greedy mind/rose up from unconcern/if you feel there’s no escape/aware it is no neverway/a stony path, sisyphosical/I’m glad to feast your tears
Translation english
I’m Nudd the god of worst/just been born by humans thirst/watcher of the greedy mind/arise within all lie/war’s my prefer attitude/wastland as my privat form/murder, rape my eldest born/I’m glad to feast your tears
None of you will whorship me/till you decide to set me free/from these days you will ever fight, not feel in pleasant mine/some of you will oust their deed/other walk in pride or creep/but in the end to all come suffer/who’s chosen on my way
So they spoted the youthfull maid/alone deep in dense forest/them overwhelmed an unbridled lust/as well as a burning frustration/when she was’nt willingly/they took her with force/right away they aware to late, whose victory they achieve
It was no survival/ an threatment was alien here/but the land they desired/became farmed by other folk/ so they herd them up/without honour, without mercy/and they slaughter all of them/with my smile on their lips
With a childhood in hell/left alone without worth/ they listen to the heralds call/estimation them was pledged/now they stay there crying ahead the ruins/of Messiahs hypocrisy/ and see instead for heavens realm/my sneering grining face
With the envy/with the envy/comes the mischief/and mischiefed we’re all (a) little/ we’re all (a) little/I’m glad to feast your tears
Now your mine a slave of worst/drowning into humans thirst/blinded by the greedy mind/rose up from unconcern/if you feel there’s no escape/aware it is no neverway/a stony path, sisyphosical/I’m glad to feast your tears