War, War is the scorched cities’ ruins, smoke,
The youth’s amusement, blood call lore.
So, I declare my love to War –
Thou art the ens’ sense!
Thou art the god, cult, cradle, grave -
Beloveth War, I am Thine slave!
Ares, Perun, Bellona, Thor –
Thou art my everything and whole!
The craft of wicked is opposed
By beauty of amazing roses.
How marvelous the sirens howl!
How sweet the fires’ crack!
So, into flames, damnation, rot –
Take me, absorb into the wreck!
Shine with Thine fire, War! Let hell come true!
I know, a dime a dozen is life’s price,
I’m glad to vanish there without rue!
With my desire burns my blood to take more souls with me!
Burn to the ground, the damned world!
Burn, all of ye!
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
Abigail Williams has had a weird career with hiatuses and lineup changes, but they have finally perfected their sound on Walk Beyond the Dark. This album has such a refreshing and natural feeling that makes it one of the top atmospheric black metal albums of recent years. Ryan