Muddy trail
My stallion is struggling
Muddy trail
His hooves are sinking
Do not give up hope
We are being chased
The witch-hunters are on my trail
This muddy trail
Back in the village I made some enemies
I defied and scorned their damned cross
The bishop then raped my lady
I retaliated with the poison Mother Earth gave to me
I switched the bishop’s bread to the one I baked
Baked from black ergot seeds
It made him insane. He fell under my curse
Before he died, he screamed at monsters he only saw
And now I’m being hunted
A thousand years on the run, underground
Yearning to breathe free air, and shout:
Let the lightning bolts strike their houses down!
Do not stop, my valiant stallion
We must seek refuge in uncharted lands
One more mile… Go on, go on
Up, up, up to the mountains!
If “atmospheric black metal” implies majestic comedowns and dramatic dynamics, this powerhouse instead constitutes anti-atmospheric black metal. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 23, 2021