Алексей Ильинов

*FIRE & ICE*

Сезоны Огня и Льда

IAN READ OFFICIAL DISCOGRAPHY

CURRENT 93

Swastikas For Noddy - Laylah, Lay 020 Lp, Lay Cd20,1987

Looney Runes - Durtro 004 Lp, Durtro 004 Cd, 1988

Crooked Crosses For The Nodding God - United Dairies Ud 033 Cd, 1989

DEATH IN JUNE

The Brown Book - Ner, BAD VC 11 Lp, 1987

The Cathedral Of Tears - NER Bad Vc Cd34

SOL INVICTUS

Against The Modern World - Laylah, Lay24 Lp, 1988

In The Jaws Of The Serpent - S.V.L. Records 009 Lp, 1988

Lex Talionis - Cerne Records, K002 Lp, Tursa 001 Cd, 1990

Sol Veritas Lux - Svl 002 Cd, 1990

Trees In Winter - Tursa 002 Lp, 002 Cd, 1990

Sacred War (Compilation) - Gymnastic Records Gym 205 Cd, 1990

Abattoirs Of Love - Cerne 004a, 7"

FIRE + ICE

Gilded By The Sun - Ner Bad Vc Cd144,

Blood On The Snow - Asafoetida Fremd Cd9, Maxi-Cd,

Hollow Ways - Asafoetida Fremd Cd 211,1994

California Daze - Discordia Disc 036,

Blood On The Snow - Discordia Disc 035,

Midwinter Fires - Asafoetida Fremd Cd 95,1995

The Pact Flying In The Face... (Compilation) - Asafoetida 091 Cd

Wampyricon By Vampyre Shadowwolf (Track Invocation Of My Demon Brother,)

Dark Side Dsr 012,1996

Runa - Fremdheit Fremd Cd 24,1996

Reyn Again - Fremdheit Fremd 74 [513 7" Singles] (Distributed By World Serpent).

Seasons Of Ice - Fremdheit Fremd Cd 100, 1998

Birdking - Fremdheit Fremd Cd 2000, 2000

Videos

Live At Hammersmith, Chaos International, 1992

Live At The Hollywood Moguls, Fremdheit Fremd 02v, 1995

Since Yesterday Video - Current 93 - World Serpent, 1995

FIRE & ICE

"MIDWINTER FIRES"

Ian Read - vocals

"MIDWINTER FIRES"

1. FAEL INIS

2. THE CAUSE

3. REAPER MAN

4. HIGH GALLOWS TREE

5. OLOFAET

6. WISDOM, STRENGO, ELLEN, BLISS

7. SENLAC

8. ACELDAMA

9. THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY

10. MIDWINTER FIRES

11. FOKSTUA HALL

12. NINE DOORS

FAEL-INIS

Fael-Inis, you Lord of the arte of fire;

For to cheat the Son of Man,

And to force across the selfish will.

How to catch the souls of the Tuatha

Danan,

When the awen comes and we both slip

between.

Fael-Inis, you courtier dressed with care;

Many come when ere they may,

Since they pass before the terrible gaze.

How to catch the souls of the Tuatha

Danan.

When the awen comes and we both slip

between.

Fael-Inis, you prince and beggar both;

The Gods may call it vain,

Whilst the wit of all is carved from clay.

How to catch the souls of the Tuatha

Danan.

When the awen comes and we both slip

between.

Fael-Inis, call up the fire of time;

Speak the ancient language now,

Take no allegiance if you will.

How to catch the souls of the Tuatha

Danan,

When the awen comes and we both slip

between.

Fael-Inis, friend to those who see;

Who dare to take the spoils,

With empty hand but blazing will

How to catch the souls of the Tuatha

Danan,

When the awen comes and we both slip

between.

THE CAUSE

Hear a word, a word in season, for the day

is drawing nigh,

When the cause shall call upon us, some to

live and some to die!

He that dies shall not die lonely, many a

one has gone before;

He that lives shall bear no burden heavier

then the life they bore.

All for the Cause

In the grave where tyrants thrust them, lies

their labour and their pain,

But undying from their sorrow springeth up

the hope again.

Mourn not therefore, nor lament it, that the

world outlives their life;

Voice and vision yet they give us, making

strong our hands for strife.

Ah, it may be! oft I think, in the days that

yet shall be.

When no slaves of gold abideth twixt the

breadth of sea to sea,

Oft, when men and maids are merry, ere the

sunlight leaves the earth,

And they bless the day beloved, all too

short for all their mirth.

Some shall pause awhile and ponder on the

bitter days of old.

Ere the toil of strife and battle overthrew the

curse of gold.

Then twixt lips of loved and lover solemn

thoughts of us shall rise:

We who once were fools and dreamers, then

shall be llie brave and wise.

There amidst the world new builded shall

our earthly deeds abide,

though our names be all forgotten, and the

tale of how we died...

Hear a word a word in season, for the day is

drawing nigh,

When the cause shall call upon us some to

live and some to die!

REAPER MAN

Don't look behind you

Don't act scared

Don't step on the cracks

You'll waken the fears

Footsteps behind you

Come out of the night

He asks you a question

He asks for a light

The Reaper man is coming ...

Coming to play

Where does he live?

Where does he go?

Has he a mother

Nobody knows

Is he the hero

In his own dream

Obeying commandments

In the knife's gleam

The reaper man is coming ...

Coming to prey

He could be like you

Or maybe like me

An everyday person

Or trying to be

What's locked up inside him

What screams to get out

An angry young child

Your death is his shout

The reaper man is coming

... Coming to stay

THE HIGH GALLOWS TREE

Come slack your horse cries George, come

slack it for a while

For I think I see my father coming over

yonder stile

Did you bring gold, did you bring silver to

set me free?

For to save my body from the cold gaol

walls

And my neck from the high gallows tree

I 've no gold and I 've no silver to set you

free

For I have come to see you hanging.

Hanging on llie liigli gallows tree

Oil the prickle holly bush. it pricks it pricks

Oil it pricks my heart full sore

And if ever I gel out of the prickle holly

bush

I'll never gel in there any more

WISDOM, STRENGO, ELLEN, BLISS

Be not downcast, wise warrior

Nor bemoan at all your life.

Many troubles must you endure

And evils of a cruel woman.

Life is borrowed and soon gone;

Nature lakes no care of an individual -

But courage avails against all things.

Let him fight who knows how to.

Do not be silent, wise man

Nor forswear speech.

You shall suffer for a long time;

Do not sigh nor cover the harm.

Make known what is true, voice-bearer;

Tell and disclose the shame;

Denounce and argue, deny the devil -

Don't plead, announce, be firm.

Do not dream, wise man,

Do not loiter under house's roof.

Go out and fight for worldly joy:

Often a warrior grows happy from strife.

A great treasure is rare;

Make good use of all you can get.

Have praise and life for a long time:

Wisdom, strength, courage, happiness.

SENLAC

May we forget that mournful day when the

sun rose over the hill

Those tired, weary footsore men swore to

hold their ground

And their heaving hearts stood still

Senlac was their finest hour

Murmers rising, darkness falling -

Over Senlac

Lest we misuse their hallowed trust whilst

the sun rose over the hill

When all the pride and blood they shed

upon that hallowed step

As those beating hearts mock will

Senlac is their noblest hour

Murmers rising, darkness falling -

Over Senlac

Come, shall we use some painful arte, ere

the sun rose over the hill

Till all among the apple's branches forge

tlie silent warriors' hell

And such grieving hearts cry shrill

Senlac has their shining hour

Murmers rising, darkness falling -

Over Senlac

Full behind the Son of Godwin, till the sun

rolls under the hill

May all tlie laughing, mocking foemen fall

into malfoss

Their murderous hearts stand still

Senlac be their holy hour

Murmers rising, darkness falling -

Over Senlac

THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY

I sat within the valley green; I sat me with

my true love.

My sad heart strove the two between, the

old love and the new love:

The old for her, the new that made me think

on my home dearly,

While soft the wind blew down the glen

and shook the golden barley.

'Twas hard and woeful words to frame to

break the ties that bound us,

But harder still to bear the shame of foreign

chains around us.

And so I said, "The mountain glen I'll seek

at morning early,

And join the bold united men, while soft

winds shake the barley"

While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond

arms round her flinging,

The foeman's shot burst on our ears from

out the wildwood ringing.

A bullet pierced my true love's side in life's

young spring so early.

And on my breast in blood she died while

soft winds shook the barley.

But blood for blood without remorse I've

shed at Oulart Hollow,

And laid my true love's cold clay corpse

where I full soon may follow.

As round her grave I wander drear, noon,

night and morning early,

With breaking heart when'er I hear the

wind that shakes the barley.

FOKSTUA HALL

The warriors eat and drink their fill

At Fokstua Hall on the moor

King Eystein's Jarls in their blood-stained

cloaks

Toast the King and spill mead on the floor

At Fokstua Hall on the moor

His Wyrd foretold in the rolling dice

A greybeard toasts Lord Grimm

While the empty seal by the King's left

hand

Marks the fate which waits for him

At Fokstua Hall on the moor

Out on the moors rides the one-eyed god

His eight-legged steed on the snow

The Runes at his side and a spear in his

hand

With me craft that the meek fear to know

At Fokstua Hall on the moor

From the barrow mounds of forgotten kings

The cold stones that point to the moon

The might of the ancient gods lives on

Our freedom shall hinge on it soon

At Fokstua Hall on the moor

Shall we follow like sheep to the killing

field

Or moved by the secret one's call

Take Wyrd in our hands, reclaiming our

might

And go forth from Fokstua Hall

NINE DOORS

Nine Doors for the traveller to pass through;

Seven Words to call the ages past.

Centuries of shame for man to put aside,

Words to lose and words to stretch and cast.

For, where comes the Prince, comes the

Darkness Bright.

Nine Webs for tlie traveller to dream from;

Two small steps to call the ages past.

Troubled times that man will push beyond,

Words to lose and words to fetch and cast.

For, where comes the Prince, comes the

Darkness Bright.

Nine Angles for the traveller to burn on;

Four and Twenty to Call the ages past.

Muddied climes since man was set upon,

Words to lose and words to fetch and cast.

For, where comes the Prince, comes the

Darkness Bright.

FIRE & ICE

“BIRDKING”

DRAGONS IN THE SUNSET

Dragons in the sunset

Upon the darkened sea

Sailing through the mists of time

Calling unto me

Ghost ship black and gleaming

Lindens shining bright

Ancient kinsmen call my name

Far off in the night

My heart it stood restless

And I knew not why

Memory's spark was there

A twinkling of the eye

I heard the thunder and saw the flash

The stormy sky did speak

A voice whispered to my soul:

You are not of the meek

Ways of the eastern stranger

Are not yours to bear

You have heard the raven speak

And seen the eagle's stare

Battle's pain and skald's words

Horn of flowing mead

Steps along the lonely path

Where waits the eight-legged steed

Then I came unto a place

Of trees and running streams

There I saw heaven's sign

A wheel that did gleam

Reality, then I knew

I had found my kin

Now I sail to that great hall

Upon the fleeting wind

Dragons sailing on the breeze

Black and gleaming beam

The hand upon the steering-board

Has set my spirit free

Lost no more to time and place

For I have seen the land

I have heard the valkyrie's song

And I've touched Odin's hand

BIRDKING

Seidman sees through the eyes of Birdking

Smiles and takes his seat on the chamber's floor

Pulls up the shroud with the whitened taper

Matches the open flame and the serpent's door

Birdking carry the Truar's senses

Birdking carry the Truar's sight

Into the night

Seidman walks in the wake of Birdking

Cries and draws his blade from the empty sheath

Marries the two such with soundless beating

Carries the tooth and claw with the fire beneath

Birdking carry the Truar's senses

Birdking carry the Truar's sight

Into the night

Seidman talks in the voice of Birdking

Sighs and stretches his hand to the centre's shape

Walks 'neath the star with the purple quarter

Seals up the careless dream for the future's sake

THE WEREWOLVES OF LONDON TOWN

Beware the days of the year, little man

When the moon hath a face like a silver crown

Cleave if thou may'st to the home of thy clan

And hide from the Werewolves of London Town

Beware the coverts and courts, little maid

Where walks the man with the coat of brown

Though thou art abandoned, be not waylaid

By the hungry Werewolves of London Town

Beware the alleys and lanes, my son

Those shining eyes and their power of sewn

If thou art sighted, be not undone

By the mighty Werewolves of London Town

Beware the starlit nights, my child

And pretty lady in the sleek white gown

Though thou art forsaken, be not beguiled

By the charming Werewolves of London Town

DRIGHTEN'S HALL

To stand for a time in the Drighten's Hall

With the thegns and jarls of my hearth

Still the air, warm the fire

In the land where the Gods had their birth

Sing proud skald of elder times

Of deeds by hero and foe

Earn your keep, o gifted skald

For tomorrow your words may slow

To learn for a time in the Drighten's Hall

While the thegns and jarls chant runes

Still the air, warm the fire

In the land where Gods call the tune

Sing proud skald of elder times

Of deeds by hero and foe

Earn your keep, o gifted skald

For tomorrow your words may slow

To feast for a time in the Drighten's Hall

With the thegns and jarls at their play

Still the air, warm the fire

In the land where the Gods hold sway

Sing proud skald of elder times

Of deeds by hero and foe

Earn your keep, o gifted skald

For tomorrow your words may slow

To love for a time in the Drighten's Hall

Where the thegns nad jarls make their boasts

Still the air, warm the fire

In the land where the Gods heed our toasts

Sing proud skald of elder times

Of deeds by hero and foe

Earn your keep, o gifted skald

For tomorrow your words may slow

To dream for a time in the Drighten's Hall

As the thegns and jarls sleep on

Still the air, cold the fire

In the land where the Gods rule on

GAZE OF THE PROUD

Stolen from the hearth at morning break

Pulled across the threshold half awake

Led into the darkness and underneath the Earth

Three forsaken evens for wisdom's sake

Pure of heart, sound of limb

Safe without, secure within

But where is the balance

If not on the outside

And who meets the gaze of the proud

If not Paladin?

Painted down the limbs when moon was dark

Branded 'tween the fingers in Meister's hark

Greeted into torchlight and shown the secret sign

Sleeping under heaven with hempen sark

Pure of heart, sound of limb

Safe without, secure within

But where is the balance

If not on the outside

And who meets the gaze of the proud

If not Paladin?

Cast aside the silver to guard the soul

Keep the spirit pure and the body whole

Walk towards the altar and all that this contains

Gird your loins for battle and take control

THE LADY OF THE VANIR

There came a Lady fae the West

Who left not one cold man here

She smelled of trees and ocean breeze

The Lady of the Vanir

She kissed the pollen on the rose

She kissed the golden corn ear

She kissed the seed within the womb

The Lady of the Vanir

She went forth from the towers of Light

She felt no sorrow nor fear

She went to seek the heart of the night

The Lady of the Vanir

She found the cavern dark and deep

All filled with gold and jewels dear

She found the small men at their work

The Lady of the Vanir

She put her arm about the East

And found a thought so light and clear

She breathed forth song and melody

The Lady of the Vanir

She put her tongue about the South

And in her breast a flame did sear

She shouted forth her battle-cry

The Lady of the Vanir

She put her leg about West

And felt her Mother's breast near

She gave her heart to all the world

The Lady of the Vanir

She put her womb about the North

And felt the Star of Night appear

She bore it forth into the Light

The Lady of the Vanir

As she went forth, her white neck shone

With the jewels of ice and fire

And in her path the flowers they grew

For the Lady of the Vanir

Some make things grow and others know

And some are fair and full of cheer

But there's not a sweeter, wilder love

Then the Lady of the Vanir

FLAGG

Within the wolf and part of the hoody crow

The shadow of the midnight owl or scorpion at high noon

Lord take this tin can from my lips

But warmth only comes from burning

The Dark Man's purpose will be served within the secret ways

His hands will deal the spades from within the dead deck

If you wear the stone be safe for the while

But in the dark five minutes won't exist

The Dark Man's face will never deign to let you see its grin

His eyes will glitter light from way beyond the flames

If you wear the stone be safe for the while

But in the dark five minutes won't exist

The Dark Man's feet will always walk the highways underground

His face will madly grin from across the high places

If you wear the stone be safe for the while

But in the dark five minutes won't exist

TAKE MY HAND

If ever I'll see the Sun again

If ever I'll celebrate light

I'll remember the days when darkness came

Out of sorrow and out of spite

Darkness, I said, come take my hand

Embrace me into your tide

For all my needs prepared me for thee

To welcome thee next to my side

Darkness, I said, come take my hand

For light is the world I have failed

The corpses around me are witness to this

The pain I have caused is assailed

I'll never see the Sun again

I never will celebrate light

For darkness embraced me and took my hand

To celebrate slaughter by right

Darkness, I said, come take my hand

And tell me the numbers I've slain

I took on the life on each one of them

Never to be seen again

Darkness, I said, come take my hand

The killing of friends is done

Darkness embrace me, you lover of pain

The torture I went for is gone

GREYHEAD

Blue-eyed pursuer

I fled you for years

Till I turned and you shattered

My chalice of tears

Through the core of my darkness

Poured my madness, my anger

Your epiphany seduced me

Scorning my danger

For I cannot escape you

You who forms me

Fearless and innocent

Criminal and free

Greyhead, Greyhand, little one, little one

My father, my lover, my brother, my son

Your boundless ambition

Celestial lust

Burned sorrow to ashes

Smashed doubt into dust

You, Sculptor of Bodies

Made the Covenant of Flesh

Fluid meat, ceaselessly

Rendered afresh

Angel of Eternity

Denier of Death

The terror of nations

Lucifer's breath

You haunted my nightmares

You stalk through my life

My predatory Angel

My shadow-dark wife

MY BROTHER

When the seeds of strife are clearly sown

The poor his croft the king his throne

But my Brother still stands close to me

When the lindens close together stand

The coward pulls away his hand

But my Brother still stands close to me

When politics confounds the meek

Fortunes of war divide the weak

But my Brother still stands close to me

When the rune-graved arrow calls the fyrd

And flaxen spearmen meet their wyrd

My Brother still stands close to me

When the paths of war are fairly trod

Lesser men have nought but God

But my Brother still stands close to me

When bloody combat lays me low

Pain and tears are all I know

My Brother still stands close to me

So when the battle has been won

Father turns again to son

And my Brother still stands close to me

WHERE HAVE THEY GONE?

Where have they gone

Those proudest of dreamers?

Their woods are all silenced

And the bright halls stand free

Children sturdy and flaxen

Gewissae bold and free

As the land they were Saxon

Tall grass is waving

Over their barrows

Their pastures unmown

And the meadows ghostly

Shadows are whispering

Songs from the twilight

Their swords all shattered

And the spears just trees

Engle und Seaxe up becoman

Ofer brad brim Brytene sohtan

Wlance wigsmidas Wealas ofercoman

Eorlas arhwate eard begeatan