ARFUR (Inheritance)| Nordic Folk with Female Old Icelandic Vocals

Описание: Nordic Folk Music | Dark Ritual Ambient | Voices of Midgard

A quiet Nordic folk piece about memory, inheritance, and the meaning carried by things once held in loving hands.

What was given
lived in hands, not in words.
Passed on in silence,
it breathed as long as one remembered.

Original Lyrics

Aska hvísl at hendi minni,
mjúk ok hlý af liðnum dǫgum.
Ek held þat,
er eitt sinn var gefit
án orða.

Í gráu ljósi morguns
sat hon hljóð.
Hǫndr hennar
lét eptir spor í tré.
Ek skildi eigi merking,
en fann hita
í þögninni.

Vindr bar árin frá oss,
spor dofnuðu.
En þat smáa
varð eftir.
Slétt af snerting,
dökkt af tíma,
ok ek bar þat nær hjarta.

Þat, sem lifði,
lifði í höndum.
Eigi í gulli,
eigi í orðum.
Minni varð varðveitt
án nafns,
án rǫddar.

Þá gaf ek þat áfram,
eigi sem arf,
heldr sem þögn.
Hǫndr í hǫnd,
augna augna.
Sagan varð styttri,
en þyngri.

Eigi vissi hann,
hvaðan þat kom.
En hann bar þat,
sem ek bar þat.
Ok þat var nægjan.

Þat, sem lifði,
lifði í snerting.
Í tré,
í hita,
í minni manna.
Svá lengi sem
einn man,
andar þat enn.

Nú liggr þat eitt,
án nafns,
án sǫgu.
Hǫndr, er þekkti þat,
er horfin.

En þat var einu sinni
allt.

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Poetical Translation

Ash whispers against my hand,
soft and warm from days long gone.
I hold what once was given,
not in words,
but in silence.

In the grey light of morning
she sat unmoving.
Her hand
left its trace in wood.
I did not know its meaning,
yet I felt the warmth
within the quiet.

The wind carried the years from us,
the marks grew faint.
Yet the small thing
remained.
Smoothed by touch,
darkened by time,
I kept it close to my heart.

What lived,
lived in hands.
Not in gold,
not in words.
Memory was kept
without a name,
without a voice.

Then I gave it onward,
not as inheritance,
but as silence.
Hand to hand,
eye to eye.
The story grew shorter,
yet heavier.

He did not know
from where it came.
Still he carried it,
as I once did.
And that was enough.

What lived,
lived in touch.
In wood,
in warmth,
in the memory of people.
As long as one remembers,
it still breathes.

Now it lies alone,
without a name,
without a story.
The hands that knew it
are gone.

Yet once,
it was
everything.


This track is rooted in dark nordic folk, pagan ritual music, ghost-folk ambience, and Old Norse / Old Icelandic vocal tradition.
It offers atmospheric Nordic soundscapes inspired by myth, runes, sagas, and ancient northern rituals.

Created for RPG sessions (DnD, Skyrim, The Witcher), writing, studying, and all who enjoy immersive Nordic ambience and mystic folk traditions.

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