Against the will of Earthen forces
A stump is born, amid a rain of his limbs
Under cinders glowing
Dead at last - roots lifeless, brittle, charred
Centuries elapse without fear
Breathing our last gasp
A monument to nothing
Dead at last
OOH
Awakened to the purging
OOOHYUUH
Unyielding ashen door
His legs, surrendered from the ground
And in the nights that follow, shadless… from the crying moon
Awakened to the purging
We are in a cage
We are burning, alive
At once, under cinders glowing
With our own dismal greed
Dead at last
AHH
supported by 7 fans who also own “Under Cinders Glowing”
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
supported by 6 fans who also own “Under Cinders Glowing”
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
supported by 6 fans who also own “Under Cinders Glowing”
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