See them fall
in drawings on cave walls
from centuries gone
their history fading
Oh how they rose
in grandeur and majesty!
But their magick was too strong
It dragged them down and they drowned
in their own greed for more
Their hunger for wisdom
and the old ones they say
that the sky has not always been this grey
They held their words in their hands
sent knowledge through sky and light
but forgotten their Mother
their place in the web of this ancient way
A tenuous grasp of a small part of Nature
and a future they'd never live to see
Razed forests for towers
but the waters came rushing in
Oh how they shone
in grandeur and majesty!
but their magick was too strong
it dragged them down and they drowned
in their own greed for more
and a future they'd never live to see
And the old ones say that the
sky has not always been this way
Look beyond these sands my sons
and gaze into the past centuries forever lost
A time where seasons thrived
in light of a brilliant sun
But rang aloud a clamor of greed
A foul and odorous blood they drained it dry
and choked the light from their skies
All reason came to an end
while cowering in sterile tombs
Their seasons came to an end
This is the wherefore we break our backs
to wrest life from this soil
and attend to the beat of Her feeble heart
I beseech that your sons will know as well
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What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
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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