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Legenden om Jungfrun i Grönt (Nordic Folk) - Daniel Alven

Introducing a new track from the Kvite Fjord album. It’s a legend about twelve soldiers punished by the spirit of the forest for their hubris and arrogance! The Legend of the Maiden in Green. In the coastal village of Vargshher, where black cliffs meet the impenetrable wilderness, stands an old, abandoned tavern. The locals avoid it at all costs, and here is why. One winter evening, a band of mercenaries was carousing in the tavern. Twelve soldiers, returning from the war, drank by the roaring fire, celebrating their victory and feeling like the masters of the world. Suddenly, the door burst open, letting in a cloud of frosty vapor and a whirlwind of snowflakes. On the threshold stood a young woman in a rich gown of green velvet, far too light for such a bitter freeze. She was trembling and looked terrified. "Help me!" she implored. "Our carriage has broken down, and the horse has bolted into the forest! My father is wounded; there is so little time!" The soldiers exchanged glances. Instead of springing to her aid, they laughed. "Well, look at her," one smirked. "What is a noble lady doing in such a wasteland? Perhaps you’d like us to serve you strawberries in winter, too?" They did not see a person in distress; they saw only her beauty and their own lust. "Sit by the fire, beauty," they said with deceitful smiles. "Warm yourself, have a drink with us. And we will help... later." They sat her down, poured her wine, and began to demand entertainment. "Dance for us!" they shouted, growing drunk on wine and desire. She stood up and began to dance in the flickering reflections of the flames. The longer she swirled, the more the warriors' senses became clouded. Each man felt as though she were smiling only at him, promising him everything. Jealousy ignited instantly. The girl leaned down and whispered something into one soldier’s ear. Seeing this, another man shoved his comrade roughly in a fit of rage. "She is mine!" he roared. A massacre began. Brother turned against brother. Knives and swords were drawn. Soon, the floor was drenched in blood and strewn with viscera. In the corner, untouched, stood the Maiden in Green. She was smiling, but it was not a human smile—her skin had grown rough, like the bark of an old tree. By morning, only one man remained alive. Wounded, he lay among the corpses of his friends. The girl approached slowly and leaned over him. "This is the price of your arrogance," her voice rustled, sounding like the creak of old branches. "Witch!" the soldier wheezed in horror. But her hand was as cold as death. Before his very eyes, gnarled spruce roots erupted from her slender fingers. They wound around his neck, tightening in a suffocating, deadly grip. She entangled all twelve dead men in her roots. The tavern door flew open with a crash beneath the howl of the blizzard. Taking her true form—the Skogsrå, the Spirit of the Forest—she rose above the snow and dragged the souls of the soldiers on a leash into the forest darkness, into eternal captivity. When the villagers found the bodies, they were struck with horror. The dead men had no eyes. Their bodies were hollow inside, like rotten, decaying stumps covered in bark. Since then, no one has lived in that tavern. But they say that sometimes, at the edge of the woods, travelers see a beautiful lady in a green dress, beckoning them to follow her into the thicket. Легенда о Деве в Зелёном В прибрежной деревне Варгшхер, там, где черные скалы встречаются с непроходимой чащей, стоит старая заброшенная таверна. Местные обходят её стороной, и вот почему. Однажды зимним вечером в этой таверне гулял отряд наемников. Двенадцать солдат, возвращавшихся с войны, пили у жаркого огня, празднуя победу и чувствуя себя хозяевами жизни. Внезапно дверь распахнулась, впустив клуб морозного пара и вихрь снежинок. На пороге стояла девушка в богатом платье из зеленого бархата, слишком легком для такой стужи. Она дрожала и выглядела испуганной. — Помогите! — взмолилась она. — Наша карета сломалась, лошадь убежала в лес! Мой отец ранен, времени совсем мало! Солдаты переглянулись. Вместо того чтобы вскочить и помочь, они рассмеялись. — Ишь какая, — ухмыльнулся один. — Что делает благородная дама в такой глуши? Может, тебе еще клубники зимой подать? Они видели не чужую беду, а лишь её красоту и свою похоть. — Садись к огню, красавица, — сказали они с лживыми улыбками. — Согрейся, выпей с нами. А мы поможем... потом. Они усадили её, налили вина и стали требовать развлечений. — Станцуй для нас! — кричали они, пьянея от вина и вожделения. Она встала и начала танцевать в отблесках пламени. И чем дольше она кружилась, тем сильнее мутнел рассудок воинов. Каждому казалось, что она улыбается именно ему, обещая всё... #VikingMusic #NordicFolk #Valhalla #NorseMythology #DarkFolk #CinematicMusic #FemaleVocals #WardrunaStyle #HeilungStyle #PaganFolk #EpicVikingMusic #FantasyMusic #AtmosphericMusic #NeoFolk #AuroraOfAsgard #suno #lyrics s