No shadows left, no shelter - so they flee
The mark of mill and axe
Drowned in lore of roots
Torrid, needled ground, no seed is sewn
Age is wisdom
That was then, and this is now
I shall wear it as my cloak
Dust collects in a pool where the boscage stood
The heaven we left -
That was then, and this is now
The wake of man brought grist and shame, undercaste
Vines consume my home
While we hurry into the ground, our place is known
Black tendrils take me down
Age is wisdom
That was then, and this is now
I shall wear it as my cloak
Dust collects in a pool where the boscage stood
The heaven we left -
That was then, and this is now
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
I'd say Havukruunu is the rightful holder of the Crown and the mantle of Quorthon. Epic choirs, vikingesque themes and tales from the other times, of the Finnish paganism back in the days before our ancestors were brought to the cross and forced to kneel while feeling the bloody sword of saviour on their throats made to kiss the hand of murderers who burnt thousands, tore down our holy places and took our holy days. Eyes teary I listen to these songs, never forgiving the crimes of the cross! Peikonmieli
Melodic, almost pagan black metal out of Iceland with some of the most aggressive vocals I've heard in the genre. It's balls to the walls from the first note with few respites, but its melodic enough to not overstay its welcome. Jeff Wilson