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Autor: Northwind
Northwind: the Northern Winds Saga
Agnes
Autor: Northwind
Agnes
Adam Oehlenschläger
I.
MAID AGNES musing sat alone
Upon the lonely strand;
The breaking waves sighed oft and low
Upon the white sea-sand.
Watching the thin white foam, that broke
Upon the wave, sat she,
When up a beauteous merman rose
From the bottom of the sea.
And he was clad unto the waist
With scales like silver white,
And on his breast the setting sun
Put rose gleams of light.
The merman’s spear a boat-mast was,
With crook of coral brown,
His shield was made of turtle-shell,
Of mussel-shells his crown.
His hair upon his shoulders fell,
Of bright and glittering tang;
And sweeter than the nightingale’s
Sounded the song he sang.
“And tell to me, sweet merman,
Fresh from the deep, deep sea,
When will a tender husband come
To woo and marry me?"
“O hearken, sweetest Agnes,
To the words I say to thee—
All for the sake of my true heart,
Let me thy husband be.
“Far underneath the deep, deep sea,
I reign in palace halls,
And all around, of crystal clear,
Uprise the wondrous walls.
“And seven hundred handmaids wait,
To serve my slightest wish—
Above the waist like milk-white maids,
Below the waist, like fish.
“Like mother-of-pearl the sea-sledge gleams,
Wherein I journey crowned,
Along the sweet green path it goes,
Dragged by the great seal-hound.
“And all along the green, green deeps
Grow flowers wondrous fair;
They drink the wave, and grow as tall
As those that breathe the air.”
Fair Agnes smiled, and stretched her arms,
And leapt into the sea,
And down beneath the tall sea-plants
He led her tenderlie.
II.
Eight happy years fair Agnes dwelt
Under the green-sea wave,
And seven beauteous little ones
She to the merman gave.
She sat beneath the tall sea-plants,
Upon a throne of shells,
And from the far-off land she heard
The sound of sweet kirk bells.
Unto her gentle lord she stept,
And softly took his hand:
“And may I once, and only once,
Go say my prayers on land?”
“Then hearken, sweet wife Agnes,
To the words I say to thee—
Fail not in twenty hours and four
To hasten home to me.”
A thousand times “Good night” she said
Unto her children small,
And ere she went away she stooped,
And softly kissed them all;
And, old and young, the children wept
As Agnes went away,
And loud as any cried the babe
Who in the cradle lay.
Now Agnes sees the sun again,
And steps upon the strand—
She trembles at the light, and hides
Her eyes with her white hand.
Among the folk she used to know,
As they walk to kirk, steps she,
“We know thee not, thou woman wild,
Come from a far countrie.”
The kirk bells chime, and into kirk
And up the aisle she flies;
The images upon the walls
Are turning away their eyes!
The silver chalice to her lips
She lifteth tremblinglie,
For that her lips were all athirst,
Under the deep, deep sea.
She tried to pray, and could not pray,
And still the kirk bells sound;
She spills the cup of holy wine
Upon the cold, cold ground.
When smoke and mist rose from the sea,
And it was dark on land,
She drew her robe about her face,
And stood upon the strand.
Then folded she her thin, thin hands,
The merman’s weary wife:
“Heaven help me in my wickedness,
And take away my life!”
She sank among the meadow grass,
As white and cold as snow;
The roses growing round about
Turned white and cold alsò.
The small birds sang upon the bough,
And their song was sad and deep—
“Now, Agnes, it is gloaming hour,
And thou art going to sleep.”
All in the twilight, when the sun
Sank down behind the main,
Her hands were pressed upon her heart,
And her heart had broke in twain.
The waves creep up across the strand,
Sighing so mournfullie,
And tenderly they wash the corse
To the bottom of the sea.
Three days she stayed beneath the sea,
And then came back again,
And mournfully, so mournfully,
Upon the sand was lain.
And, sweetly decked by tender hands,
She lay a-sleeping there,
And all her form is wreathed with weeds,
And a flower was in her hair.
The little herd-boy drove his geese
Seaward at peep o’ day,
And there, her hands upon her breast,
Sweet Agnes sleeping lay.
He dug a grave behind a stone,
All in the soft sea-sand,
And there the maiden’s bones are dry,
Though the waves creep up the strand.
Each morning and each evening,
The stone is wet above;
The merman hath wept (the town girls say)
Over his lost true-love.
Return To Life
Autor: Northwind
Inside I feel life
I rise into your light
I rise and leave the dream behind
I'm returning to life
Returning to life
By the sound of your voice
And the love that you give
I see - I have found
How deep my roots have grown
I rise and leave the dream behind
Your arms open
I'm devoted
In sunshine and shadow
You love and protect me
I'm returning to life
I am back in your arms
Mother you give me hope
When I'm cold and alone
Avatar – Aufbruch nach Pandora
Autor: Northwind
Das war woll das schönste Gebutstagsgeschenk.
Habe mir gleich den Avatar Soundtrack gekauft und werde
am Sonntag gleich nochmals ins Kino gehen.
Ich freue mich schon darauf wen er als DVD erscheint.
Muschel und Perle
Autor: Northwind
Sie entstand in jener Muschel durch ein grobes Körnchen Sand.
Es drang ein in ihre Mitte und die Muschel wehrte sich.
Doch sie musste damit leben und sie klagte: Warum ich?
Eine Perle wächst ins Leben, sie entsteht durch tiefen Schmerz.
Und die Muschel glaubt zu sterben, Wut und Trauer füllt ihr Herz.
Sie beginnt es zu ertragen, zu ummanteln dieses Korn.
Nach und nach verstummt ihr Klagen und ihr ohnmächtiger Zorn.
Viele Jahre sind vergangen.
Tag für Tag am Meeresgrund schließt und öffnet sich die Muschel.
Jetzt fühlt sie sich kerngesund.
Ihre Perle wird geboren.
Glitzert nun im Sonnenlicht.
Alle Schmerzen sind vergessen, jenes Wunder jedoch nicht.
Jede Perle lehrt uns beten, hilft vertrauen und verstehn,
denn der Schöpfer aller Dinge hat auch deinen Schmerz gesehn.
Nun wächst Glaube, Hoffnung, Liebe, sogar Freude tief im Leid.
So entsteht auch deine Perle, sein Geschenk für alle Zeit.
The Howling
Autor: Northwind
You've got us cornered right now
Falling asleep from our vanity
May cost us our lives
I hear them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
We've been searching on and on
But there's no trace to be found
It's like they all have just vanished
But I know they're around
I feel them getting closer
The howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
When we start killing!
I feel them getting closer
The howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind
The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending
Of what we've begun?
Will we remember
What we've done wrong?
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
When we start killing!
Candles
Autor: Northwind
These hands of darkness
Reaching for my soul
Now, the cold wind,
blows out my candles
Feeling,
onl yfear,
without any hope
A thousand dark moons
A thousand winters long
A million fallen stars,
the candle burns in the womb
We try not to forget,
they live through us
Slowly they die away at every candle's end
A thousand dark moons
A thousand winters long
A million fallen stars,
the candle burns in the womb
We try not to forget
They live through us
Slowly they die away at every candle's end
Es kam der Tag
Autor: Northwind
«Oh nein» erschrak die Kerze, «nur das nicht. Wenn ich brenne, sind meine Tage gezählt. Niemand mehr wird meine Schönheit bewundern.»
Das Zündholz fragte: «Aber willst du denn dein Leben lang kalt und hart bleiben, ohne zuvor gelebt zu haben?»
«Aber brennen tut doch weh und zehrt an meinen Kräften», flüsterte die Kerze unsicher und voller Angst.
«Es ist wahr», entgegnete das Zündholz, «aber das ist doch das Geheimnis unserer Berufung: Wir sind berufen, Licht zu sein. Was ich tun kann, ist wenig. Zünde ich dich aber nicht an, so verpasse ich den Sinn meines Lebens. Ich bin dafür da, Feuer zu entfachen. Du bist eine Kerze. Du sollst für andere leuchten und Wärme schenken. Alles, was du an Schmerz und Leid und Kraft hingibst, wird verwandelt in Licht. Du gehst nicht verloren, wenn du dich verzehrst, andere werden dein Feuer weiter tragen. Nur wenn du dich versagst, wirst du sterben.»
Da spitzte die Kerze ihren Docht und sprach voller Erwartung:
«Ich bitte dich, zünde mich an!»
Die Nacht
Autor: Northwind
Hier ist
die Nacht
die mich
umfängt
dunkelblau
mit Saphieren
und
mit Rubinen
besetzt
Hier ist
die Nacht
die meine
Schritte bewacht
Bewacht und
mich auffängt
auffängt
wenn ich
straucheln sollte
mich schützt
Hier
ist die Nacht
die mir
Liebe
gibt, mich einhüllt
in eine Kokon
Und spricht
"Ich habe dich
bei deinem
Namen gerufen:
Du bist mein !"
Schön
Autor: Northwind
mit einem male
mitten im universum
und über mir ist nichts
und unter mir ist nichts
alleine, wie ich bin
sagt mir niemand die zeit
weist mir niemand den weg
ich frage mich nicht
und dann sitze ich
mit einem male
mitten auf einer bank
und über mir der himmel
und neben mir fünf leute
einsam, wie ich bin
sagt mir keiner die zeit
weist mir keiner den weg
ich frage sie nicht
und dann liege ich
mit einem male
mitten im bett
und um mich ist's dunkel
und neben mir liegst du
zu zweit, wie wir sind
haben wir die zeit
haben wir den weg
und niemand fragt uns