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Erde des Nordwinds - Trance Music (Aug 2025) [German] [Hölderlins Gedicht „Der Ister“ ]
A trance / techno / dark techno release from 0zkMusic.
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Lyrics
Aus Stahl und Blut geboren,
im Sturm die Welt erkoren.
Die Schwerter hell, sie sangen,
im Feind die Klingen prangen.
Die Eichen rauschen leise,
erzählen alte Reise.
Von Helden, kühn, erhaben,
die nie ihr Wort begraben.
Als einst die Kriege enden,
begann das Reich der Händen.
Gedanken strahlten helle,
wie Sterne, klare Welle.
Die Dichter, Seher, Lehrer,
ihr Wort wird immer schwerer.
Germania in den Stürmen,
dein Geist wird ewig türmen.
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Dieses Stück beruht auf Hölderlins Gedicht „Der Ister“
https://www.zgedichte.de/gedichte/friedrich-hoelderlin/der-ister.html
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Heritage of the North Wind
From steel and blood arising,
the storm its world devising.
The swords sang bright and burning,
in foes their edges turning.
The oaks still murmur lightly,
old tales they guard so tightly.
Of heroes, proud, commanding,
whose word is never-ending.
When once the wars were fading,
a realm of hands creating.
Their thoughts shone bright, unbroken,
like stars with truth outspoken.
The poets, seers, and sages,
their word resounds through ages.
Germania in the thunder,
your spirit stands in wonder.
The idea#
Steel and blood, singing swords, then oaks that murmur of heroes whose word never dies—after war, a “Reich der Händen,” thoughts bright as stars, poets and seers whose speech grows heavier. The note points to Hölderlin’s Der Ister; heritage is not costume but river-memory, Germania’s spirit enduring storm.
Trance and techno’s uplifting drive reframe that national-mythic material as club prophecy rather than museum piece. One can hear danger in any revival of iron-and-oak imagery; one can also hear the older Romantic hope that word and river outlast the sword. The production keeps the feet moving while the lyric looks backward with pride.