Great ships sail through the waves
mighty oak upon cobalt tides
Warriors of Odin pray to Njordr
with spear and axe, prepared to die
Thunder roars
As ocean turns violent
Waves begin to crash
As first death tolls
Horns now sound
the battle has begun
Pagan's might vast
and strength untold
Death begins with blade against blade
Blood is spilt and oak is burned
Swords clash, drowned out by waves
Chants thunder over death this day
Blades may dull
Breaths be taken
Death will toll
Men forsaken
Waves may pass
And names forgotten
But Thor will stand
To honor the dead
Pagan lands
of fjords and mountains
Honorbound
by old tradition
Axes drawn
shields at the ready
Sail through the waves
prepared for death
Ships shall sink
and corpses with them
Ocean's wrath
Brought upon us
Lives will end
wrought with honor
For Aesir await
In the land of the slain
Halls of gold
and oak await us
horns of ale
and endless battle
Journey's end
shall be in asgard
Odin and Freya
protectors of men
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