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lyrics
Disciples Of The Old Faith
Kernunnos, Veles and Freir
Horned gods of sorcery
In your honor we beget children
During ceremonies
At the holy mountains
Bondening the chain of our kind
By links of the sacred blood
They were Gods of holy spirits
That dwell in trees of the forests,
Stones, rivers and thunder,
That brings us the flame of fire
Spirits dwelled in our lands
From the beginning
We might to speak
At one language with nature
Knowledge that was lost
Since priests of new god came
They claimed our gods as devils
They are impersonaled
Forces of nature
And gave her power
To the crucified one,
From the folk of the sands
The tribe of cowardices,
That knows no rivers. no forests
And no song of the wind
Spirits hidden in
Dark woods
And swamps
In frightening guise
They guard sleeping gods
Until the time
When they will be awakened
By new disciples
of the old faith
supported by 11 fans who also own “Disciples Of The Old Faith”
Icelandic Pagan Black Metal. This is unbelievably good - seriously! I just bought the entire discography for this band & I keep coming back to every single one of their albums. They are all on another level! The instrumentals & the atmospheres are just amazing. Plus those vocals, clean or non or any other variation, are perfect each & every time! No faves & highly recommended!!! bmurator
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024
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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