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lyrics
Tears Of Mother Moon
Tears Of lunar shining
Falling on a snow
Sorrowful lunar drops of nostalgia
Of the times
When dolmens and cromlechs
Of our Motherland
Rested in silent pride
Lunar gates to the times of our
Ancient Motherland
When temples and idols
Stood in the shadow of the gray heaven
Now their ancient foundations powdered with snow
Together with the ashes
Of the true faith priests' bones,
Crucified on the gates of their temples
Astral journey in the moonlight
To the times of glory
Standing in the woods,
Under the starry skies
In a cold February air
Appearing the shadows
Of my tribe' elders, now forgotten
Only myself remained,
Who came to honor the memory
In the decline of February
Sorrowful voices of the ghosts
In the mounds shadows
Tell me the true story of our land
Ice chime of the frosty lute
By plaintive moan spreads in the air
And the dead voices,
Meanwhile weave their speech,
Filling my heart
With sadness, sorrow and anger
In the sign of fading Imbolk
My spirit is rising to the moon
Singing of voices from the past
Taking away my soul
supported by 11 fans who also own “Tears Of Mother Moon”
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