Sacred Horse
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Through air

Along the path I laid
Saw it race by
Memories in tow
Into the belly of the earth

Light of dawn, all alone
Char-like shadows, slither away – through water
Wounded, burned and without site
Not waiting for another night

Now headed for the wild
Called from afar and within – through soil
Leaving lost wars behind
Wildfires of need, calm waters of the mind – through thought

Battle cries now resounded
On a field at the world's end
A clash of gods and giants
In the centre of the mind

Through emotion
Through reality

Saw a mound
Had to bury
Sung for another me
Had to do (it), so that I could be
One for sight
Two for flesh
Three were the norns
Four corners of the worlds
Five the number of a man
Six one two and three




Seven streams of blood
Eight-legged child of Loke

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Enslaved's song "Sacred Horse" delve into a journey of self-discovery and transformation, weaving intricate imagery and symbolic language to convey a profound narrative. The opening lines set the stage for the singer's odyssey, as they traverse through different realms and elements, both physically and metaphorically. The mention of memories trailing behind emphasizes the weight of past experiences shaping the present trajectory.


As the narrative progresses, the theme of rebirth and renewal emerges through stark contrasts of light and darkness, symbolized by the "Light of dawn" and "Char-like shadows." The singer confronts their wounds and burn scars, metaphorically moving towards a new beginning while shedding the remnants of the past. The urgency to move forward and not linger in the night suggests a sense of determination and purpose driving the journey.


The lyrics then shift towards a deeper exploration of inner conflicts and spiritual awakening, as the singer is beckoned towards the untamed wilderness. The imagery of "wildfires of need, calm waters of the mind" encapsulates the juxtaposition of chaos and tranquility within the self, hinting at a transformative inner struggle that needs resolution. The mention of leaving behind "lost wars" signifies a willingness to let go of past battles and embrace a newfound sense of clarity.


The final verses of the song introduce mythological elements and references to Norse cosmology, invoking ancient symbols and deities to enrich the lyrical tapestry. The clash of "gods and giants" in the singer's mind symbolizes external and internal conflicts coming to a head, reflecting a mythic struggle for dominance and enlightenment. The enumeration of numbers and symbolic figures, such as the "Eight-legged child of Loke," adds layers of mysticism and depth to the narrative, inviting listeners to decipher the esoteric meanings hidden within the verses. Overall, "Sacred Horse" by Enslaved stands as a multi-faceted reflection on personal transformation, spiritual growth, and the eternal quest for self-discovery.




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Written by: Ivar Peersen, Iver Sandoy, Kjetil Grutle

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evilbogart

Lyrics:

Through air

Along the path I laid
Saw it race by
Memories in tow
Into the belly of the earth

Light of dawn, all alone
Char-like shadows, slither away – through water
Wounded, burned and without site
Not waiting for another night

Now headed for the wild
Called from afar and within – through soil
Leaving lost wars behind
Wildfires of need, calm waters of the mind – through thought

Battle cries now resounded
On a field at the world's end
A clash of gods and giants
In the centre of the mind

Through emotion
Through reality

Saw a mound
Had to bury
Sung for another me
Had to do (it), so that I could be
One for sight
Two for flesh
Three were the norns
Four corners of the worlds
Five the number of a man
Six one two and three
Seven streams of blood



All comments from YouTube:

evilbogart

Lyrics:

Through air

Along the path I laid
Saw it race by
Memories in tow
Into the belly of the earth

Light of dawn, all alone
Char-like shadows, slither away – through water
Wounded, burned and without site
Not waiting for another night

Now headed for the wild
Called from afar and within – through soil
Leaving lost wars behind
Wildfires of need, calm waters of the mind – through thought

Battle cries now resounded
On a field at the world's end
A clash of gods and giants
In the centre of the mind

Through emotion
Through reality

Saw a mound
Had to bury
Sung for another me
Had to do (it), so that I could be
One for sight
Two for flesh
Three were the norns
Four corners of the worlds
Five the number of a man
Six one two and three
Seven streams of blood

Martiño Lopez Castro

This is one of these song i will still headbanging in 2050 instant classic

Jay T

This song is AMAZING.

Rabin Upakerti Rana

This sounds like a progressive black metal version of Paint it Black

Mr.Mysterious Crazy Man

Yeeessss more Enslaved. Best band alive. Brutaliful music.

Finn Dahuman

'brutaliful' haha i like that. good description

Jotto999

Upvoted for "Brutaliful". Great description of what I'm looking for in metal.

Alex Oromendia

About vikings and horses:

It was November of the year 844 when Emir Abd al-Rahman managed to mobilize an army worthy of the name and confront them. By the time it reached the Sevillian Aljarafe region, the desolation was obvious. In a first phase began to lash with the cavalry and infantry to their enemies who would completely disconcert. The Viking horde had no horses and their equestrian knowledge was practically nil. In the confrontations that took place in later days the cavalry of the emir would devastate the Nordics. The underside of hell would fall on these rough warrior-explorers. The umma (community of Muslims) could breathe for some time.

From those basins with their empty eyes, finally the Normans would contemplate with eternity the tranquility
General Ibn Rustum ordered the fulminating beheading of the surviving prisoners in view of their comrades. A thousand of them were buried alive with their heads in the air and the Almohad cavalry was ordered to gallop repeatedly on this peculiar field. More than thirty ships captured would burn without remission. Some severed heads would support large candles that would illuminate during the agape with which the winner would be honored. All the palm trees of Seville were profusely decorated for the occasion with more than five hundred heads reminding the Sevillians that the horror had come to an end. From those basins with their empty eyes, the Normans would finally contemplate eternity calmly.

Never again would be documented in Al-Andalus more strandhógg, as they called in their language these campaigns of looting.

Jitse Schregardus

Amazing

Mr Cleglaw

That evil laugh!

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