We know nothing, widowed loving
visions can't erase
the conscious fear of empathy
Let it glow, burn the ends of ignorance
Mind's eye turned towards none
Sell me, be my prophet
Give me a name other than grief
Blind me with devotion
And in the light of angels, sing
Light my path
on my journey towards clarity
Take my title and say
Leave your body
Undress your heart
Take off that cassock, torn with love
Be one with the casket, and ask for nil
Mind’s eye now one
We know nothing, we believe
Let go of your body and give me a name
Other than grief
Here now but gone tomorrow
Let him ease the pain
Against the grain of time, let him rot
But let him love,
let him love for all its worth
Lost the battle, won the fight
My tree, a dream of light
In branches it hangs,
like a halo hung above my life
Fight the dread, let me burn
All you need is a sapling
with the color of love in its place
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