The sail is flagellated by furious gales,
They carry off walloping waves.
Eyes can not find the ocean’s pales,
It is darksome, as a night itself.
Hazy space is cut by the fast Drakkar,
Which is brightly lit by the Moon,
A reproach on the faraway spangles
Freezes on faces of severe oarsmen.
Shades of visions glide under water
As a whirlwind of storming ice floes.
Long oars hover above the abyss
In a captivity of mighty gorges.
Breath of death under pressure of gales
Wheels round the Dragon of seas.
Lightnings strike beyond the skyline,
Where the native land is.
Fevered by the elements the mental fury
Calls into being, utters a clarion call.
So many found the moulds, being not buried
Here, in the slimy and tenebrous floor.
The storm is unable for plenty of warriors,
Whose hearts are tempered as blades.
With every strike their resolve gets stronger –
Fight their way forward until the end.
credits
from Irminsul,
released March 25, 2011
lyrics by Alexander L.
A powerful metal opus, blending soaring vocals, intricate melodies, and thunderous riffs for an epic listening experience. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2023