The legend is told, from father to son, of the one's who went to the mists
To be known far and wide, wield the hammer up high - guide them into the afterlife
Now the moment has come, children of Thor - be counted for whom you are
Blood, fire death - feel the dragon's cold breath - go boldly into the night.
As it calls my name
And it touches my soul
Come sun and moon
As I wield the hammer way up high
Hammer up high
Hold the hammer up high
Blood red sun it now dawns upon foreign lands where my father went ashore
To seek his new fortune in this new place, where crops grow to the stars
But the gods do not see what their eyes cannot know, abandoned condemned to die
O where hast thou went? 'Fore the gods I knelt. In Valhalla, I found you not.
And he calls my name
He touches my soul
Ride rams of thunder
As he wields the hammer way up high
Hold the hammer up high
Hammer high
Hold the hammer up high
I ride into the depths
To seek the one who was lost
Who wields the hammer way up high
A Pagan black metal masterpiece.
Folk and black metal elements fuse into one extremely catchy and awe inspiring album. This band does not disappoint from all the high praise sent it's way. Abyssius Murkraken
Masterful use of acoustic passages and synth stuff. This is definitely my favorite black metal-dungeon synth kinda album I've found recently. Each track flows into the next so well, I cannot recommend it enough. Perri