Raise your swords, raise your spears
To the sky, weapons held high
Fallen souls lay at your feet
Beneath the shadow of your flag
Far away from home they died
Victims of their courage and pride
And now we shall get revenge
Ride with the thunder to whatever fate
Tonight this land will bathe in blood
Finally the moment has come for us
To praise the sun and depart
To immortalize
Our brothers' sacrifice
Thousand arrows will be on our way
But we'll never shrink one step
They have not fallen in vain
The viles won't live another day
You left your kin and took a ship
The warrior inside awoke
Not for sport, not for greed
You'll have their blood on your knees
But for the honour of those once alive
Fight, fight, fight, rip them apart
And now we shall get revenge
Ride with the thunder to whatever fate
Tonight this land will bathe in blood
Drown our swords
Weak must fall
One by one
Crush them all
Don't forget
These lands now red
Don't regret
This blood you'll shed
credits
from The Everburning Fire,
track released May 11, 2017
Music by Paolo Mazzotti & Francesco Bertoni
Lyrics by Enrico Pinelli
supported by 5 fans who also own “With the Thunder”
Needing a fresh listen. Goes to wishlist. Chooses Folklore of Man by Vale and gets on with his work. After around fifteen minutes, he realizes that there is music on in the background, it is good, it is very good. He wants to tell people why he likes this so much ... he doesn't know. The hypnotic elements juxtaposed with the harder, but not too hard melodic elements. That might be it ! And he likes all the tracks the same ! This is very good indeed ! Andy
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On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert
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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