Что ж. Я бежал от этого, я не брался ни за один из инструментов 7 лет. Но меня настигло неизбежное.
Спустя 10 лет с выхода моего крайнего альбома я возвращаюсь в музыку.

Этот альбом будет в стиле DSBM. Скорее всего он будет называться Iron Nocturne.

И вот один из текстов с грядущего альбома.

Their Bones in the mist.

Eternal silence
No drums no orders
The burning muskets
And useless sledges.

The tears had frozen
Ant cut our faces.
The bitter sorrow
Of the retreat.

We are the shadows
Of the empire.
Eternal symbol
Of the crazy courage.

And in the winter
When night and mist
Embrace the mountains
We marсh again.

Our bones are frozen
Into the granite
Of the norvegian
Forgotten roads.

And in the moonlight
You see the columns
That are moving slowly
And dissapear.

Our king has fallen...
The lionheart
Will no more pulsing
Again.

They don't remember
This september.
And they will pay us
For this bloody path.

Starlight soldiers,
Carolinians
The powder of the north
We follow the rain
And the sabers' clank.

Children of the forests,
Rivers
And thousand lakes
Fallen.

Sometimes the hunters
Find our skulls
And rusted weapons
In the woods.

They whisper prayers
For us
And walk around
Away.

But in the heart
Of the sunrise
We are again
Alive.

We live in the songs.
We are the cranes.
That fly away.
Away.

Beneath the birches
Embrace the bullets!
The widows'Cry
Will be frozen.

Go touch the sky!
Decapitate!
Those who follow
The swamp lights.

#Стихи #Швеция #Баталии #Музыка

#Викинги #Юмор