As a further festive treat, here are the original English lyrics to Kilden as written by James. It is based on an old folk legend telling the origin of the spring (from the album title) in which a pious young virgin is lured into the fields by her master where she is then raped and murdered. A tree takes root in her body and spring then forms beneath it. It is also the inspiration for the album artwork. The music to the song progressively gets darker and more heavy, as do the words. Enjoy. The Spring Won’t you come and plough with me? For I must plant my seed today The ice and snow had melted, long overdue the thaw And spring breathed her renewal, from winter’s icy maw The good folk once again might earn their living from the land But the task was far from easy and the work of many hands She was a fine young lady, an angel to behold He was quite the drinker, if you believe the stories told The only thing that matched her beauty, there for all to see Was her devotion to religion and her constant piety Won’t you come and plough with me? For I must ‘plant my seed’ today Won’t you show yourself to me? That I might have my wicked way Endlessly she toiled in the night and in the day And when her work was over she would hide herself away Endlessly he watched her, bending to her chores And he dreamed of what he’d do to her, were she a common whore ‘Come with me fair maiden, into the meadows green It is time to plough the furrows, it is time to plant the seed The weather is so perfect, see! The sun is in the sky You’ll not need to dress up warmly, you can leave your coats behind.’ ‘You’re ever so fine, don’t think I’ve not seen And though I’m your master, you could be my queen. Just let me have you, no-one need know. I know a secluded place we might go.’ ‘I know you’ve been watching, don’t think I’ve not seen And the lord is my master, and I’m just fourteen My virtue, a most precious thing is to me And I’d rather die than surrender to thee’ His passions were awoken; he would not be denied And he threw her to the ground and then he forced himself inside. His anger was awoken and he took her as she cried And she could not stop his thrusting, no matter how she tried ‘Relax down there my pretty one, you’ll enjoy it, you will see As I rid you from the shackles of your wretched purity I’ll take you any time I choose, for you belong to me And your God he cannot hear you, and he cares not for thee But still she would not yield herself, she fought him tooth and claw She beat her fists against him as her virginity he tore She tried to scratch his eyes out. She struck him in the jaw But every time she struggled it just left him wanting more When at last he finished, when his heart slowed from the thrill He tried, in vain, to silence her and bend her to his will But in her hysteria, she swore to tell the town So he put his hands around her throat and brought his hammer down So there she lay abandoned. Broken and alone Beneath her ravaged body, there, a spring began to flow A tree took root within her, as the years went by It guided folk unto the waters, where the lonely maiden died Her master had his wicked way Our tragic maiden was betrayed Her virgin spirit there remained So life itself might be sustained (c) James Atkin 2013 A direct translation of the Danish lyric can be found below the lyric video on YouTube.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 07:53:44 +0000
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