From the recording OLD BLOOD RISING
A powerful Slavic-Nordic folk ritual about rebellion, ancient blood and the fire that no crown can extinguish. Thunderous war drums, tagelharpa, dark fiddle and haunting female vocals surround deep male folk vocals in a raw cinematic pagan atmosphere. An epic journey through fire, rain and darkness, driven by the defiant cry: no crown, no chains.
Lyrics
Old blood...
Old fire...
They built their throne from ash and bone
They crowned the dark and called it home
But fire sleeps beneath the stone
And wakes when kings are overthrown
Iron bends
Thunder wakes
The night will split
The old earth shakes
We rise through fire
We rise through rain
We break the mark
We burn the name
The buried flame
Returns again
NO CROWN, NO CHAINS!
I kept the song beneath my tongue
I held the spark when I was young
The roots remember what was done
The dark must fall before the sun
The towers lean
The banners fall
The earth still hears
The old blood call
We rise through fire
We rise through rain
We break the mark
We burn the name
The buried flame
Returns again
Old blood returns again
Ash to ash...
Stone to flame...
RISE!
We rise through fire
We rise through rain
We break the mark
We burn the name
The buried flame
Returns again
Old blood returns again
No crown...
No chains...