Наконец-то я смог скачать СD-Rip новенького альбома геманской группы Equilibrium. Прослушав его, я не остался разочарованным. Парни (и одна милая девушка) снова заставили меня войти в состояние, близкое к тому, чтобы пуститься в танец (чего я, к сожалению, не умею) Полные эпичного мелодизма и веселых фольклорных мотивов отлично поднимают настроение. Вряд ли они могли знать, что у большинства название этой песни будет ассоциироваться с Онотоле. 

Equilibrium

Miklagaard has been our home

For twenty years or more

We've lent our axes, spears and swords

In service of the emperor


We are loyal warriors

That's the oath we gave

To protect the emperor

Even to a violent grave


Our loyalty was always firm

We kept our given word

On these southern battlefields

Our northern war cries roared


Battles have been fought

Many gave their lives

But all who died by axe and sword

Were called to hall up high


Our time here

Is now at end

Can't help but reminisce

A cold spring day

So long ago

When we set out to sea


We!

Set out from Svitjod's

Shores!

With dreams of fame and

Gold!

And!

The work of weaving

Norn's!

Was unknown


We were loyal warriors

That's the oath we gave

To protect the emperor

Even to the grave


It's time to take farewell

We have been resolved

From the sacred oath we gave

It's time to go back home


Out time here

Is now at end

Our memories will stay

Of Miklagaard

Our southern home

Until the end of days


We!

Set out for Svitjod's

Shores!

With honor and

Rewards!

We return back

Home!

We return back

Home!

With honor and

Rewards!

We return back

Home!

the enemy has come for you

hear the pounding thunder hooves

there's no time to run or hide

draw the weapon from your side


when they ride out from morning mist

with sharp blades in mighty fists

one hundred warriors on horse

an awesome brutal force


you feel weak and scared

fear has gripped your heart

you will soon be over run

you will soon be torn apart


now where is your god

does he hear your prayers

does he even care for you

his silence speaks loud and clear


raid is done

see the country burn

all are gone

only misery remains

raid is done

the warriors return

all are gone

all that's left is pain


the vikings strike so fast and hard

those who run won't make it far

and those who chose to stand and fight

they have made the choice to die


the weapons tear

through flesh and bone

dying men that scream and moan

with severed limbs

to the hall of death


the battlefield is full of death

feel the stench of rotting flesh

when the entire country burns

as the warriors return


and they came out

from morning mist

with sharp blades in mighty fists

they leave this land

all burned and scorn

those alive will mourn


now where is your god

does he hear your prayers

does he even care for you

his silence speaks loud and clear


raid is done

see the country burn

all are gone

only misery remains

raid is done

the warriors return

all are gone

all that's left is pain

raid is done

see the country burn

only misery remains

all are gone

warriors return

all that's left is pain

where's your god

does he hear your prayers

does he even care

where's your god

does he hear your prayers

a silence loud and clear

There comes Fenris' twin

His jaws are open wide

The serpent rises from the waves


Jormundgandr twists and turns

Mighty in his wrath

The eyes are full of primal hate


Thor Odin’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Your destiny awaits

Thor Hldyn’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Ragnark awaits


Vingthor rides to face

The snake with hammer high

At the edge of the world


Bolts of lightning fills the air

As Mjlner does its work

The dreadful serpent roars in pain


Thor Odin’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Your destiny awaits

Thor Hldyn’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Ragnark awaits


Mighty Thor grips the snake

Firmly by it's tounge

Lifts his hammer high to strike

Soon his work is done

Vingtor sends the giant snake

Bleeding to the depth

Twilight of the thundergod

Ragnark awaits

Twilight of the thundergod

Twilight of the thundergod

Twilight of the thundergod


Thor Odin’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Your destiny awaits

Thor Hldyn’s son

Protector of mankind

Ride to meet your fate

Ragnark awaits

продолжаем разговор о шведском тяжеляке ряд ли найдется на свете хоть один любитель экстремальной музыки, которому ни о чем не говорит имя Bathory. Эта группа фактически изобрела скандинавский блэк-метал, и оказала огромное влияние на такие разноплановые жанры как death, doom и viking metal. Помимо чисто музыкальных изобретений, Bathory установили стандарты идеологии т.н. "тру-блэка" - эта группа почти не играет концертов, почти не снимает видеоклипов и нечасто дает интервью большим журналам, а настоящие имена музыкантов, принимавших участие в записи альбомов, не удалось раскопать даже самым дотошным журналистам. Bathory появились на свет в 1983 году в Стокгольме усилиями гитариста и вокалиста, скрывающегося под псевдонимом Quorthon Seth. ( умер в 2004 от сердечной недостаточности)

В оригинальный состав Bathory помимо Куортона вошли басист Hanoi и барабанщик Vans. О первом практически ничего не известно, а вот второй впоследствии сделал большую карьеру в качестве режиссера видеоклипов. Зовут его Jonas Akerlund, и на его счету такие работы, как Prodigy "Smack My Bitch Up", Madonna "Ray Of Light" и Metallica "Turn The Page"

The blade I swing
Is black as night
Black as my soulless heart
It bears the burden
Of many lives
But I don't feel remorse

I lent my sword
To anyone
Willing to pay the price
No regrets for
What I've done
A mercenary's life

But there i was
On battleground
Until I felt the jaws of death
Cut into my flesh
Defending old and weak
But I did not retreat

Now, here I lie
In my own blood
And strangers cry for me
I'm prepared to meet the gods
I wish they'd let me be

I don't deserve
Their sympathy
I know who I am
My soul is death and misery
I am an evil man

I rest in my blood
Soon I will face the gods
Strangers cry for me
I wish they'd let me be

Show no sympathy
Shed no tears for me
I know who I am
I am an evil man

I know who I am
I am an evil man

Шведы играющие МДМ и Викинг метал. Бравые парни,достойные уважения! \m/
Специально для любителей МДМ,а точнее - Shinigami ;)


Standing firm against all odds
Guarding the most sacred home
We protect the realm of gods
Our destiny is carved in stone

Three evil giants
Of the south
Are constantly on the attack

With lies and fire
From their mouths
But we always send them back

We are brothers
Of the north
Who are sharing the all father's blood

Marching down the left hand path
We are spawned by Asagods
'Cause we are!

We're the guardians
Guardians of Asgaard
Guardians
Guardians of Asgaard
Guardians
Of Asgaard

We have faced our enemies
A thousand times or even more

Still they cannot
Make us kneel
One thousand years of constant war
The giants look for
Any chance
To bring down Asgaard's mighty walls
No matter what they send at us
We will never let it fall
'Cause we are!

We're the guardians
Guardians of Asgaard
Guardians
Guardians of Asgaard
Guardians
Of Asgaard

Standing firm
Against all odds
We are guarding
Asgard's mighty walls
We protect
The realm of Asagods
No matter
What they send at us
We will never
Let them fall

We're the guardians
Guardians of Asgaard
Guardians
Guardians of Asgaard
Guardians
Guardians of Asgaard
Guardians
Of Asgaard

...In ancient times once rode across the land
a man unknown on a horse of untold grand,
adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold
of whom the tales since ages unknown told...

...The man arrived at the shore of sea
and gazed onto the nightly sky,
his ears could hear and his eyes could see
two ravens dark as night passing by...

...In a distance far the thunder sounds
and lightnings reached the frozen grounds,
his breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong
as the day now came, awaited oh so long...

...Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed
when the dawn heralds the twilight of the day...
Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand
for a heathenish foray...

...Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow
over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face
so he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill
like a welcome to all those who trod this place...

...He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck
he forced his way though he didn't saw the path,
but he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill
and the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill...

...His eyes could see the forrest shining bright
and it's trees reflected solens golden light,
the sound of horns then reached his ears
to welcome him and take away his fears...

...From all their lands the kings, they came
with their retinue of countless men,
and the maiden in full armour sat on their horses,
winged, until the right began...

So he rested a while an recovered from his ride,
the horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light,
and the elder ones sang tales about the past,
of their ancestors pride, that will forever last...

...As the darkness fell and gone was solens light
the silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride,
who gatheren in a mighty battle-line
and awaited their Gods to give the final sign...