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Where the Sea Gives Up Its Dead

by Draugadróttinn

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Sven I just stumbled upon this really good black gaze/post black metal album! I instantly loved it although I'm not even into this genre.

I really like the atmospheric guitar wall and the poignant monotone melodies. And a high quality production, too. Beautiful! Favorite track: The Sun of the War-Gods.
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1.
Surtr fares from the south with switch-eating flame, On his sword shimmers the sun of the War-Gods; The rock-crags crash; the fiends are reeling; Heroes tread Hel-way; Heaven is cloven. On their backs they let beam, sore battered with stones, Odin's hall-shingles, the shrewd sea-farers. Of Ymir's flesh the earth was fashioned, And of his sweat the sea; Crags of his bones, trees of his hair, And of his skull the sky. Then of his brows the blithe gods made Midgard for sons of men; And of his brain the bitter-mooded Clouds were all created. Untold ages ere earth was shapen, Then was Bergelmir born; That first I recall, how the famous wise giant On the deck of the ship was laid down.
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On the gravelly beach of good ships Grates the Blood of Ymir. The mild deer of the masthead beareth O'er the murky water from the westward Her wave-pressed bows; the land I look for Before the beak; the Whale-Home shallows. There the Týr of Triumph Himself inspired the terror Of ships; the gods of breezes That favor good men steered them. When the fallow fell-wall's Whirlwinds Wove o'er the waves full fiercely, And Ægir's storm-glad daughters Tore, of grim frost begotten. And the Sea-Peak's Sleipnir slitteth The stormy breast rain-driven, The wave, with red stain running Out of white Rán's mouth.
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The Helm, bereft of half its vital force, Now scarce subdued the wild unbridled course; Quick to th' abandoned wheel Arion came, The Ship's tempestuous sallies to reclaim: The Vessel, while the dread event draws nigh, Seems more impatient o'er the waves to fly Fate spurs her on!—Thus, issuing from afar, Advances to the Sun some blazing Star, And, as it feels Attraction's kindling force, Springs onward with accelerated course. The Moment fraught with Fate approaches fast! While thronging Sailors climb each quivering mast; The Ship no longer now must stem the Land, And, 'hard a starboard!' is the last command While every suppliant voice to Heaven applies, The Prow, swift wheeling, to the westward flies; Twelve Sailors, on the Foremast who depend, High on the platform of the Top ascend, Fatal Retreat! for, while the plunging Prow Immerges headlong into the waves below
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On you the blast, surcharged with rain and snow In winter's dismal nights no more shall beat Unfelt by you the vertic Sun may glow And scorch the panting Earth with baneful heat No more the joyful maid, with sprightly strain, Shall wake the dance to give yon welcome home; Nor hopeless love impart undying pain, When far from scenes of social joy you roam; No more on yon wide watery waste you stray While hunger and disease your life consume While parching thirst, that burns without allay Forbids the blasted rose of health to bloom No more you feel Contagion's mortal breath That taints the realms with misery severe No more behold pale famine, scattering death With cruel ravage desolate the year The thundering drum, the trumpet's swelling strain Unheard, shall form the long embattled line Unheard, the deep foundations of the main Shall tremble, when the hostile squadrons join Since grief, fatigue, and hazards still molest The wandering vassals of the faithless deep Oh! happier now escaped to endless rest Than we who still survive to wake and weep Full oft the flattering marble bids Renown With blazoned trophies deck the spotted name And oft, too oft, the venal Muses crown The slaves of vice with never-dying fame Yet shall remembrance from Oblivion's veil Relieve your Scene, and sigh with grief sincere And soft Compassion at your tragic Tale In silent tribute pay her kindred tear.

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released June 12, 2009

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