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Turisas

 

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Her er ett bilde av medlemmene, navnene hører til personen rett nedforbi.

 

 

Turisas er ett Finsk metal band som ble stiftet i 1997, og er vanskelig å putte i en spiessiell sjanger. Selv kaller de musikken sin for Battle metal, men den inneholder elementer fra Power metal, Folk metal og Black metal.

 

Turisas har fått navnet etter den Finske krigsguden, og det er krig og det som hører med de fleste sangene handler om. Det meste de synger om er ikke fantasi, men historie, selv om det er litt fantasi innimellom.

 

Turisas har også rykte på seg for å være ett utrolig bra liveband, og på turnè med Lordi i fjor som oppvarmingsband, stjal de ofte mye oppmerksomhet fra Lordi.

 

Medlemmer

Mathias "Warlord" Nygård - Vokal

Jussi Wickström - Gitar

Hannes "Hanu" Horma - Bass

Tuomas "Tude" Lehtonen - Slagverk

Olli Vänskä - Fiolin

Janne "Lisko" Mäkinen - Trekkspill

 

Livemedlemmer

Antti Laurila - Trekkspill

 

Tidligere medlemmer

Antti Ventola - Keyboard

Georg Laakso - Gitar

Ari Kärkkäinen - Gitar

Sami Aarnio - Bass

Tino Ahola - Bass

Mikko Törmikoski - Bass

 

Noen linker til Turisas relaterte sider/videoer:

Turisas.com

Myspace profil (Her finner dere noen sanger)

Turisas - Rasputin (Musikkvideo)

Turisas - Batte Metal (Live @ Download

(Live @ Get in the Ring)

 

Diskografi:

*Taiston Tie - The Battle Path (Demo 1998)

*The Heart of Turisas (Demo 2001)

*Battle Metal (Album 2004)

*To Holmgard and Beyond (Single 2007)

*The Varangian Way (Album 2007)

*Rasputin (Single 2007 (Kommer 24 sept.)

 

Jeg kommer bare til å omtale albumene

 

Battle Metal

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Sporliste:

1. "Victoriae & Triumphi Dominus" – 1:27

2. "As Torches Rise" – 4:51

3. "Battle Metal" – 4:23

4. "The Land of Hope and Glory" – 6:22

5. "The Messenger" – 4:42

6. "One More" – 6:50

7. "Midnight Sunrise" – 8:15

8. "Among Ancestors" – 5:16

9. "Sahti-Waari" – 2:28

10. "Prologue for R.R.R." – 3:09

11. "Rex Regi Rebellis" – 7:10

12. "Katuman Kaiku" – 2:22

 

Om plata

Dette er Turisas' første album, og her spiller de Battle Metal. Den første sangen er en intro som passer veldig godt, og lager litt stemning. Så kommer sangene på rekke og rad, og den første sangen å bite seg merke i er "Battle Metal", en annen sterk sang er "One More". "Midnight Sunrise" er en litt merklig sang, verset høres veldig rotete ut og blir "growlet", refrenget blir sunget og er litt "catchy". "Sahti-Waari" er for det meste en instrumental sang, men innimellom kommer det ett slags refreng som (I alle fall jeg) du prøver å synge med på, men siden det er finsk har du egentlig ikke sjangs, men det er gøy å synge/mumle med.

 

Anbefalinger:

Battle Metal, One More, Midnight Sunrise, Among Ancestors, Sahti-Waari

 

Karakter:

8/10

 

The Varangian Way

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Sporliste:

1. "To Holmgard and Beyond" – 5:17

2. "A Portage to the Unknown" – 4:50

3. "Cursed Be Iron" – 5:03

4. "Fields of Gold" – 4:34

5. "In the Court of Jarisleif" – 3:17

6. "Five Hundred And One" – 6:18

7. "The Dnieper Rapids" – 5:20

8. "Miklagard Overture" – 8:18

 

Om plata

Denne plata forteller en historie om folk fra Norden som reiser nedover i Øst-Europa.(Denne siden forteller om hvor reisen går osv.). Historien er fantasi, men er basert på ting som kunne skje. Plata starter sterkt med To Holmgard and Beyond sin litt pompøse innledning, som etter min mening er den beste sangen på hele plata. "A Portage to the Unknown" som også kan være litt pompøs, og når hele "koret" synger, er det vanskelig å ikke synge med. "In the Court of Jarisleif" er blitt karaktrisert av noen som er drikkesang, og det har nok litt med teksten å gjøre, men musikken er også fengende. (Sjekk bunnen for tekst) "Five Hundred And One" har en meget bra blanding av synging og growling, og slutten (fra rundt 5:08) er helt utrolig!

 

Anbefalinger:

Hele plata hørt i rett rekkefølge, gjerne med tekstene slik at du kan synge litt med, og få med deg historien. Men om jeg skal anbefale enkeltsanger: To Holmgard and Beyond, A Portage to the Unknown, Fields of Gold, Five Hundred And One, Miklagard Overture

 

Karakter:

10/10

 

Tekster

Klikk for å se/fjerne innholdet nedenfor
Battle Metal

 

 

01. Victoriae & Triumphi Dominus

 

Music & lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

Instrumental

 

 

02. As Torches Rise

 

Music & lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

I take a look around,

The blood of our men has painted the ground

There are corpses lying everywhere

Some try to pray, some cry in despair

As our enemy cuts its way through our lines

Desperate thoughts take over our minds

Is this to be the end of our days?

 

The overwhelming enemy

Rides our front lines down

With hate in their faces, with hate in their sound

Houndreds of men lying wounded on the ground

No one can help them,

To their destiny they're bound

 

I think of my family, I think of my home

Interrupted by a fearful tone:

"We're practically dead, they'll slaughter us all!"

Through a cloud of dust I see our right wing fall

 

This cursed war will swallow us all

What will happen to our loved-ones,

The ones we're fighting for?

I will not stand and watch this army fall

We will fight back, hear us roar

 

Pull our lines together

Our fury is greater than the worst stormy weather

I grasp the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers,

This is for my land

With blood on my face to battle I ride

With dust in my eyes, with faith in my heart

Until death do us part

 

From the skies a man came down to earth

He lead our way and rode first

How dark the night may seem

A new day always heals

 

I stroll across the field, the morning has broken,

Our victory's been sealed

The hooves have plowed the ground to mud,

Familiar faces in ponds of blood

A snowflake lands on my face,

Melts and runs away

The sun rose red that day

 

 

03. Battle Metal

 

Music & lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

A name uttered with fear

No smile, no tears

They'll crush your skull with a blow

And pile them in a row

 

The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds

In a smithy high up in the skies

On an anvil honour, with a hammer of blood

The Four Winds pounded

 

Battle Metal!

As the battle rages the dearest to you, you hold in your hand -

And stick in their lungs!

 

An iron gaze of a hawk

Out of sight they stalk

Their arrows cut the air an they fly

Death from the sky

 

Thunder in their eyes

A riding demise

Storming over the men on the field

Breaking their shield

 

Take this sign into your heart and be brave

Let it lead you to your glory or your grave

Today!

 

Hear me, my warriors

Soldiers from all the edges of the world

Let us join our forces

To an army, united

 

Four winds will guide us

The Heart of Turisas will lead our way

Our drums echo: Forward march

Our horns cry for victory

 

Boldest of them all

They've answered the call

Their arms were strenghtened by the work of their swords

They'll march till they fall

 

The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds

In a smithy high up in the skies

On an anvil honour, with a hammer of blood

The Four Winds pounded

 

 

04. The Land Of Hope And Glory

 

Music & lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

Far away, where the sunshine never fades

There lies this land, the greatest of tales

 

A strong golden gate now slowly moves aside

In walks a man, exhausted by the tide

 

Finally, I've reached my destiny

I've crossed the western sea for the land of hope an glory

In front of me stands the glorious grand city

A feeling that I can breathe, and be free

 

Surrounding golden walls, finest marble covers the halls

Silver-plated streets that glimmer and shine

Statues, monuments and fountains filled with wine

And trees nearly touching the sky

 

In the land of hope and glory

 

I head to the greatest hall,

Take a deep breath and open the door

Is this the land of hope and glory?

Sitting on a golden throne,

An ape holding a scepter of bone

It utters: "The die is cast."

 

Surrounding golden walls...

 

Reminiscence

Echoes from the homeland

 

Kaikuen laulu raikaa takaa ulapan

Kotimaan rannat kutsuu poikaa Pohjolan

 

Hoist the sails, it's time to leave these lands behind

Rain or hail won't stop me, I have made up my mind

 

Surrounded by dark emptiness

The sea is cold and merciless

All alone, I'm heading home

 

Over the vast sea, wide and so deep

Ahti I greet thee, I'm heading home!

The wind is rising, cold and biting

Ilmarinen I greet thee

Northern shores - I'm home

 

No surrounding golden walls, no marble covered halls

No silver-plated streets that glimmer and shine

No statues, monuments nor fountains filled with wine

Only trees touching the sky

 

Far away, where sunshine never fades

There lies this land, the greatest of tales

 

 

05. The Messenger

 

Music by Warlord Nygård & Antti Ventola

Lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

I saddle my horse as fast as I can

"The message is urgent, find the man!"

The camp soon vanishes out of my sight

As I rush my black steed into the night

 

I am the messenger of fate

I spur on my horse, the hour is late

I am the herald, I am the sign

My only enemy is time

 

Hooves hit the rocky ground

The clatter echoes all around

Alone I ride, come what may

The stars in the nightsky guide my way today

 

On my arrival, will you welcome me?

The sign is given, can't you see?

 

All hail the Messenger

Strong by heart, wind or rain

Won't stop the Messenger

The news are on the way

 

The faith of man lies in my hands

 

At last I fly through the gate

Men, woman, children... "Out of my way!"

Up the winding alley with fury I ride

I jump off my horseback and push the doors aside

 

All hail the Messenger

Strong by heart, wind or rain

Won't stop the Messenger

The news are on their way

 

You are the Messenger

Strong by heart, wind or rain

Won't stop the Messenger

The news are on their way

 

Fate now lies in your own hands

 

 

06. One More

 

Music & lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

Gathered round the wooden table

Same tavern as the nights before

I brace myself against the gable

Sunlight pushes its way through the gap in the door

 

As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes

I stand up and raise my pint up high

 

One more for our brothers who fought beside us

One more and forward again

Once more, we'll fight and conquer

Until we'll meet again

 

Staring at the stools not taken

I reach for my tankard of ale

The silence remains unbroken

All you hear is a tinkle of mail

 

As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes

I stand up and raise my pint up high

 

One more for our brothers...

 

Like a raging thunderstorm we flew down the forested hill

Tree-trunks and rocks passing by

The endless ranks stood waiting out in the open field

My fingers gripped the handle of my sword

 

With full power we smashed into their lines

The ground shook, swords tasted flesh

Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives

The battle raged until both troops were threshed

 

Grief no more over friends who died

That day will come to us all

Until then we shall fight with pride

Raise our pints till the dawn

 

Grief no more over friends who died

That day will come to us all

Side by side we shall ride once more

When the Horn calls for War

 

Feeling low and heavy hearted

Interrupted by a distant alarm

Seems like the war has started

May it be for our brothers in arms

 

Once again the golden sunbeam reaches my eyes

I stand up and raise my sword up high

 

One more for our brothers...

 

 

07. Midnight Sunrise

 

Music & lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks

And ancient moss

Where steam arises from the cracks in the crust of ground

The spiteful dwell

 

Fast, fast, fast, fast, faster than the lightning strikes

Trying to make it in time

Hide, hide, hide, hide, hide from the bright demise

Rush away from the...

 

Midnight Sunrise

 

The night embraces these lands

People stand in a circle holding hands

A blaze over a peaceful summery lake

Enlightens their faces and gilds the lanscape

 

Under cover of darkness they have arisen

And set their feet on the ground

As the people celebrate they head to their homes

To wreak havoc with their property

 

Fast, fast, fast, fast...

 

Midnight Sunrise

 

The night embraces these lands

People stand in a circle holding hands

A blaze over a peaceful summery lake

Enlightens their faces and gilds the lanscape

 

The hourglass' sand stops flowing, currents stand still

The distant horizon glowing, a glimmer over the hill

Three golden kings come riding across the midnight skies

Three golden blades shining, a sight for sore eyes

Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by

 

As the daybreak approaches

And the sunbeams close in on them

Horror fills their hearts

Running for their lives as fas as they can

In panic they flee

 

Fast, fast, fast, fast...

 

Midnight Sunrise

 

The night embraces these lands

People stand in a circle holding hands

A blaze over a peaceful summery lake

Enlightens their faces and gilds the lanscape

 

Twelve golden hooves come smashing down on earth

And chase the creatures to the holes

Where they once were given birth

The ones who are not that lucky to escape

Are burning down to ashes in the midnight sunrise

 

Three golden kings come riding across the midnight skies

Three golden blades shining, a sight for sore eyes

Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by

 

 

08. Among Ancestors

 

Music by Warlord Nygård & Antti Ventola

Lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

A peaceful grove,

In treetops above the whisper of the wind

It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness

You close your eyes and there you are

Among your ancestors

They greet you,

Welcomed to enter the war

For freedom of their heirs

 

Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest shields

Our fathers rode

Through the thickest brakes,

Armed with the sharpest stakes

To none they bowed

 

The Northern blow cuts through your skin

As swells beat your vessel

The open sea surrounding seems dark and cold

You wonder why men around

You sit quiet for themselves

Staring into the darkness...

 

They know what awaits them there

It is victory, or death

 

The calm Baltic Sea

Reflects the first morning sunbeams

A rosy-fingered dawn over the seas,

An illusion of peace

Straight ahead a palisade steep

The time has come, "Hit the beach!"

 

Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest shields

Our fathers rode

Through the thickest brakes,

Armed with the sharpest stakes

To none they bowed

 

A peaceful grove,

In treetops above the whisper of the wind

It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness

You close your eyes and there you are

Among your ancestors

They greet you welcome to enter the war

For the freedom of their heirs

 

At last, the moment you've been waiting for

Now it's time to fight or fall

The enemy line getting closer and closer

You distinguish his eye-whites

And pull your sword..."Strike!"

 

You see your blade cut off his head

Another father ends up dead

No time to think who will miss him at nights

Another slash and someone's husband dies

 

See the fear in their eyes

"Their lines are scattered, hunt them down!"

None were left alive to tell their wives

 

 

09. Sahti-Waari

 

Music by Warlord Nygård & Antti Ventola

Lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

Nyt täyttyy mahlainen malja

Tuoppeihin virtaa sahti ja kalja

Uusi polvi kun päätänsä nostaa

Vanha tapa ei kuole koskaan

 

Murtumaan ei kristityn miekkakaan meitä saa

Käymme teistoa ainiaan

Nyt laulumme jumalille raikaa saa

Siis tuoppinne nostakaa!

 

Tummat pilvet, ilkeä taivas

On kaukana korpien kätköissä maa

Kyiset pellot, katajainen kansa

Luulivat voivansa sen alistaa

 

 

10. Prologue For R.R.R.

 

Music & lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

As you sit in your quiet home, surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization...

Do you, listener, remember those memories...

Grand and tearful, which still, after hundreds of years,

Remain now radiant with the brightness of sunlight,

And now darkening, like indelible bloodstains...

The variegated pages of history.

Can your thoughts, torpid with repose,

Transport themselves back to the horrors and joys of the past...

Not straying indifferently from one thing to another which excites your curiosity,

But taking a warm and vital interest, as if you yourself stood in the midst of those struggles,

Now long since fought out... bled in them, conquered or fell in them,

And felt your heart beat with hope or apprehension according as fortune smiled or betrayed...

Standing on the heights of history, looking far around the wild arena of human destiny,

Can you transfer yourself into the well of the past?

A life physically buried and decayed, but spiritually inmost,

Which constitutes the essence and substance of history...

Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart,

Waging all things in the balance of reason?

Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire,

With a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?

Therefore, if you have the capacity to suffer or rejoice with the generation that had been...

To hate with them... to love with them... to be transported to admire, to despise,

To curse as they have done - in a word:

To live among them with your whole heart and not alone with your cold, reflecting judgement...

... then follow me.

I will lead you down into the well.

My hand is weak and my sketch humble, but your heart will guide you better than I.

Upon that I rely... and begin.

 

 

11. Rex Regi Rebellis

 

Music by Warlord Nygård & Jussi Wickström

Lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

Cold autumn rain, fields new-plowed

A sludgy bane, far from home

The time has come, our troops march on

A silent hum, a cheerful song

 

Den snöiga nord är vart fädernesland

Där sprakar var härd pa den stormiga strand

Där växte vid svärdet var seniga arm

Där glödde för tro och för ära var barm

 

Vi vattnade i Nevans bad var frustande häst

Han sam öfver Weichseln sa glad kom till fest

Han sam öfver rhen vart hämnade stal

Han drack utur Donau kejsarens skal

 

Och rida vi fram öfver slätter och däld

Sa springa ur hofvarna gnistor af eld

Sa haglar vart hugg som ett hammarslag

Sa ljusnar för världen en framtids dag

 

Meill' äärillä Pohjolan on kotilies

Sen tuiskujen tuttu on Pohjolan mies

Käsivartemme karkaisi kalpojen työ

Sydän uskoa, uljuutta hehkuen lyö

 

Suur' ollut Neva uida raisun ratsumme ei

Kuin juhlaan se meit' yli Veikselin vei

Taa Reinin se tuomionmiekkamme tio

Se Tonavasta keisarim maljoja joi

 

Me riennämme, jää veritantereet taa

Tult' iskevi ratsujen raudoista maa

Ja säilämme leimuten lyö, salamoi

Käy Pohjolasta vapaiden korkea koi

 

In morning mist, dark lines stand still

With clenched fists, against her will

At the break of dawn, our forces assemble

A distant horn, soon cannons will rumble

 

A shroud of smoke, an iron breeze

A man of hope, hell unleashed

A glove of steel (sweeps the) front line down

A white lone steed, a fallen crown

 

Den snöiga nord är vart fädernesland

Där sprakar var härd pa den stormiga strand

Där växte vid svärdet var seniga arm

Där glödde för tro och för ära var barm

 

Var tröst du, som suckar I mörker och band!

Vi komma, Vi komma, vi lösa din hand

Där pustar ej träl i var frostiga nord

Friborne vi rida i fält för Guds ord

 

Vid Breitenfeld vi togo Pappenheim I var famn

Vi skrefvo pa Kronenbergs brynja vart namn

Vi svedde gratt skägg for Tilly vid Lech

Vi blödde med kungsblod vid Lützens häck

 

Och rida vi längt fran vart nordliga spar

Till glödande dufvor med blödande sar

Sa smattra trumpeterna segerbud

Hugg in, tappra led! Fram! Med oss är Gud

 

Meill' äärillä Pohjolan on kotilies

Sen tuiskujen tuttu on Pohjolan mies

Käsivartemme karkaisi kalpojen työ

Sydän uskoa, uljuutta hehkuen lyö

 

Pääs nosta, yön vanki, vaikk' ylläs on ies!

Me saavumme, särjemme teljet sun ties

Vilu Puhja on urhoin, ei orjien maa

Sana Herran ne sankariretkelle saa

 

Sen Breitenfeldiss' ylväs Pappenheim koki kai

Ja Kronenberg halkeimen haarniskan sai

Tuli Tillyltä parran Lech-viralla söi

Veri kuninkaamme Lützenin työn sinetöi

 

Ja Pohjan jos äärilta rientomme tuo

Ja rypäle ja hurme sen hohotohon luo

Soi voittoa torvemme, Taiselohon!

Eespäin! Iske, lyö! Jumal' linnamme on

 

Out of the dust, past our ranks

Came a mount without a master

Blood-stained it strode all alone

Each one knew The Oak had fallen

 

Hakkaa päälle Pohjan Poika!

 

Ride for revenge, we march again for the King and the mighty

Feel no fatigue, your wounds will heal when we've slain the foe

So greedy

 

 

12. Katuman Kaiku

 

Music & lyrics by Warlord Nygård

 

Instrumental

 

The Varangian Way

 

 

01. To Holmgard And Beyond

 

Far beyond the sea and distant lands

Came men with thirty ships

Had wanted to reach the Neva by night

But the weather was not on their side

 

And as the wind grew stronger and stronger

The rain ran down our cheeks

The bow was turned towards Gardar

The sail flew up again

 

Holmgard and beyond

That's where the winds will us guide

For fame and for gold

Set sail for those lands unknown

 

Osmo and Dalk, Kyy, Kokko and Ulf

Were glad to be off the oars

Turo had eaten too much again

Now hanging himself overboard

 

The Tostensson twins were excited as always

Adventure was their game

Myself, Hakon the Bastard

was out to find my name

 

Holmgard and beyond

That's where the winds will us guide

For fame and for gold

Set sail for those lands unknown

 

Who is "I" without a past?

A river without a source?

An event without a cause?

 

Threads of different lengths

Some longer, some shorter

So many of them spun together

 

The crones keep on weaving

The algorithm of our lives

Cause and effect, the fates of men

 

We know the way to Aldeigju

Upstream the river Alode

You take us to the portage

And further [south]

 

Long is the way to the unknown

Long are the rivers in the East

Far lies the land that Ingvar

And his men desire to reach

 

Many dangers lie ahead

Some of us may never return

Rather sold as a slave to the Saracens

Than chained to your bed, chained by your life!

 

Holmgard and beyond

That's where the winds will us guide

For fame and for gold

Set sail for those lands unknown

 

 

02. A Portage To The Unknown

 

We've sailed across the sea

Rowed for miles and miles upstream

Passed by Aldeigjuborg

Seen Lake Ilmen gleam

Ingvar took the lead

After Holmgard as agreed

What the end of Lovat meant

Was soon to be seen

 

Dripping with sweat a new day dawn on

The ropes cut flesh, as they've done in times foregone

I see my breath, my hands are going numb

Far from home we have come

 

An endless trail in front my eyes

A swift take off, had no time for goodbyes

What will we find and what was left behind

There's no return, get it off your mind

 

The water's changed to sand

Lakes and rivers turned to land

Plough up the rocky seas

Ride felled down trees

Foot by foot we edge

Once a ship, now a sled

 

Six regular edges and six vertices

Six equilateral triangles

Six square faces in another direction

Plato's earth transparent

 

Give me all you have!

Pull as hard as you can

Plough up the rocky seas

Ride felled down trees

The water's changed to sand

Lakes and rivers turned to land

 

The rug has been pulled from under my feet

All my life made of lies and deceit

All I have left is a symbol on my chest

My only lead on my desperate quest

 

Branded at birth with the sign of Perun

East of the sun and West of the moon

The road now continues, Northwind be my guide

Wherever I'm going, the Gods are on my side

 

 

03. Cursed Be Iron

 

Curse on thee, cruel iron

Curses on the steel thou givest

Curses on thee, tongue of evil

Curses on thy life forever!

 

Once thou wert of little value

Having neither form nor beauty

Neither strength noe great importance

When in form of milk thou rested

When for ages thou wert hidden

In the breasts of God's three daughters

Hidden in their heaving bosoms

On the borders of the cloudlets

In the blue vault of the heavens

 

Thou wert once of little value

Having neither form nor beauty

Neither strength nor great importance

When like water thou wert resting

On the broad back of the marshes

On the steep decline of the marshes

On the steep declines of mountains

When thou wert but formless matter

Only dust of rusty color

 

Curses on thee, cruel iron

Curses on the steel thou givest

Curses on thee, tongue of evil

Cursed be thy life forever!

 

Surely thou wert void of greatness

Having neither strength nor beauty

When the moose was trampling on thee

When the roebuck trod on thee

And the bear-paws scratched thy body

 

Surely thou hadst little value

When the skilful Ilmarinen

First of all the iron-workers

Brought thee from the blackened swamp-lands

Took thee to his ancient smithy

Placed thee in his fiery furnace

 

Truly thou hadst little vigor

Little strength, and little danger

When thou in the fire wert hissing

Rolling forth like seething water

From the furnace of the smithy

When thou gavest oath the strongest

 

By the furnace, by the anvil

By the rongs, and by the hammer

By the dwelling of the blacksmith

By the fire within the furnace

 

Curses on thee, cruel iron

Curses on the steel thou givest

Curses on thee, tongue of evil

 

Now forsooth thou hast grown mighty

Thou canst rage in wildest fury

Thou hast broken all thy pledges

All thy solemn vows hast broken

Like the dogs thou shamest honor

Shamest both thyself and kindred

Tained all with breath and evil

 

Tell all who drove thee to this mischief

Tell who taught thee thy malice

Tell who gavest thee thine evil!

Tell me! Now tell me!

 

Did thy father, or thy mother

Did the eldest of thy brothers

Did the youngest of thy sisters

Did the worst of all thy kindred

[Give to thee thine evil nature?]

 

Not thy father, nor thy mother

Not the eldest of thy sisters

Not the youngest of thy sisters

Not the worst of all thy kindred

 

But thyself hast done this mischief

Thou the cause of all our trouble

Come and view thine evil doings

And amend this flood of damage

Curses on thee, cruel iron

Curses on the steel thou givest

Curses on thee, tongue of evil

Cursed be thy life forever!

 

 

04. Fields Of Gold

 

Long is the way we have come

Still, nothing changes under the sun

The day we lay ahold

The wind rocks the fields of gold

 

Zer sum is the name of the game?

Gain or lose

My win

Is your loss

Have your cake and eat it too

 

Long is the way we have come

Still nothing changes under the sun

Few have found the stone

Searching for the fields of gold

 

The finest of craftsmen forged

For day and night

Deep down

Lost at sea

Their great feat now lies

 

Is a draw the only win?

Would a tie double the loss?

A fight

For existence

Life-death: 0-0

 

Long is the way we have come

Still nothing changes under the sun

Firmly we keep our course

Fighting for fields of gold

 

 

05. In The Court Of Jarisleif

 

Time to raise a toast to our generous host

Jarisleif!

Jarisleif!

 

Ruler of the Rus from coast to coast

Jarisleif!

Jarisleif!

 

May beer flow as long as we can stand on two

All the pretty girtls, come, keep us warm!

Tonight we drink, no room for depressing thoughts

Fill your horns!

 

 

06. Five Hundred And One

 

New friends

Last night

An offer was made

 

Nordbrikt

Would leave

Five hundred strong

 

Long is the hour when lying awake

Sleeping his hard when so much is at stake

I've reached my goal, called the final door

Behind it- three doors more

 

Lying in my bed

Thinking of the things they said

Time is running out

What to do I moon about

 

Out in the open sea I've swum without a sight

A sight of an opposite shore, a sight of some light

Turning back, staying here, my strength is running out

Forward, or I drown

 

Rising from my bed

Thinking of the things they said

The moment draws nigh

One chance a year when the water is high

 

Corridors

I run

Heavy doors

Which one?

 

Where did I come from? Was I already here?

It all seems familiar, yet I have no idea

 

New friends

Last night

An offer was made

 

Nordbrikt

Would leave

Five hundred and one

 

"Joy and sorrow we have encountered

Always stood as one

Your heart will follow, and maybe tomorrow

You will find what you seek

 

Go now, and don't look back!

Give my greetings to the Greek King!"

 

The wind flew the raven banner with pride

Eagles were soaring aloft

Filled with hope and excitement side by side

Five hundred and one cast off

 

So long is the way to the unknown

Long is the way we have come

At the head of the ships a horn was blown

We sailed off with the morning sun

Five hundred and one

 

 

07. The Dnieper Rapids

 

A terrible noise heard from far away

Drowning all other sounds

No cry of the birds nor voice of men

Just an awful groan

 

Silence fell over the men

As the river seemed to end

Then...

 

Clouds of spray, Pechenegs prey

The Insatiable One is hungry today

Avoid the rocks for all you're worth

Whirlpools gaze from the depths of earth

 

Like dominoes six locks will fall

One after another

The World Serpent will rise from the silt

And poison the sky

 

Clouds of spray, Pechenegs pray

The Insatiable One is hungry today

The violent current swept Karl away

One mistake- with your life you pay

 

Silence fell over the men

As the river seemed to...

 

A sight they had dreamed of

Now opened in front of them

Fraught with danger and travail

The river came to an end

 

 

08. Miklagard Overture

 

Long have I drifted without a course

A rudderless ship I have sailed

The Nile just keeps flowing without a source

Maybe all the seekers just failed?

 

To Holmgard and beyond

In search of a bond

Far from home I've come

But the road has just begun

 

Breathing history

Veiled in mystery

The sublime

The greatest of our time

Tsargrad!

 

"Come with us to the south

Write your name on our roll"

I was told;

 

Konstantinopolis

Sui generis

The saints and emperors

Of bygone centuries

The man-made birds in their trees

Out load their paean rings

Immortality!

 

In astonishing colours the East meets the West

The hill-banks arise in their green

In wonder I sit on my empty chest

As we glide down the strait in between

 

To Holmgard and beyond

In search of a bond

Distant church bells toll

For their god they chant and troll

 

Breathing history

Veiled in mystery

The sublime

The greatest of our time

Tsargrad!

 

The Norwegian of rank

In the court of The Prince

I was convinced

 

Konstantinopolis

Ten gates to eternity

Seen all for centuries

Your inconquerable walls

Your temples and your halls

See all, hear all, know it all

 

My sun rose in the North and now sets in the South

The Golden Horn lives up to its name

From tower to tower a chain guards its mouth

Unbreakable, they claim

 

To Holmgard and beyond

In a seach of a bond

Adventures lie ahead

Many knots lie unravelled on my thread

 

Breathing history

Veiled in mystery

The sublime

The greatest of our time

Tsargrad!

 

Konstantinopolis

Queen of the cities

Your welcoming smile

Made all worthwhile

The sweat and the pain

 

Bathing in gold

Endless rooftops unfold

The sun sets for a while just to rise again

 

Great halls

Great halls

Greatest of all, Miklagard

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Jeg synes karaktersettingen din burde vært omvendt. "Battle Metal" er bedre enn "The Varangian Way" IMO. Dessuten synes jeg det blir dumt å bruke "battle metal" som et begrep. "Metall blandet med folkemusikk (folkemetall)" holder i massevis. For øvrig kunne du ha gått litt dypere inn i hver skive - i det minste den siste.

 

Om plata

Denne plata forteller en historie om folk fra Norden som reiser nedover i Øst-Europa.(Denne siden forteller om hvor reisen går osv.). Historien er fantasi, men er basert på ting som kunne skje.

Den er delvis basert på ting som har skjedd også, faktisk. Det er ikke ukjent at vikingene faktisk dro til Miklagard (Istanbul), og det via Holmgard (Novgorod) og Kænugard (Kiev). Det er heller ikke ukjent at Jarisleif (Fyrst Jaroslav I) var overhode av Kiev og at Harald Hårdråde besøkte og hadde kontakt med ham.

 

Leser du sagaene om Harald Hårdråde, vil du finne at Harald Hårdråde faktisk tjenestegjorde i Miklagard. De fra Norden som tjenestegjorde der, fikk høy status, og de ble kalt væringer (Varangians på engelsk). Ordet Varangian kan også oversettes til varjag, som var en gammelrussisk betegnelse på de fra nord (altså ikke nødvendigvis bare de som tjenestegjorde i Miklagard). Uttrykket kan ha blitt brukt litt nedlatende.

 

I den oldnordiske sagaen om Harald Hårdråde (den du ikke finner i Heimskringla), går han også under pseudonymet Nordbrikt, et navn som bandet bruker på sjette spor ("Five Hundred And One"). Så vi ser klart at bandet har blitt inspirert av historien. Det ser vi også i en mail jeg fikk av bandet (korrekt gjengitt nedenfor). Her er en ganske kort og ufullstendig liste over hva de har brukt som kilder eller kun inspirasjon for albumet:

 

Primary source material:

Saxo Grammaticus: The History of the Danes I-IX

Adam of Bremen: History of the Archbishops of Hamburg-Bremen

Michael Psellus: Chronographia

The Russian Primary Chronicle, by Nestor the chronicler

Constantine VII: De Administrando Imperio

 

Sagas:

Yngvars saga víðförla

Egils Saga

Heimskringla

Grettis Saga

The Kalevala, The Edda's etc...

And a lot of others referred to and cited in other reading...

 

Subject to availability:

Morkinskinna

Fagrskinna

Flateyjarbók

 

Historical:

H.R. Ellis Davidson: The Viking Road To Byzantium:

Sigurd Blöndal: The Varangians of Byzantium

Mats G. Larsson: Väringar

Mats G. Larsson: Ingvar den vittfarne

John Julius Norwich: Byzantium - The Apogee

 

OTHER:

Poetry:

Paavo Haavikko: Twenty-One (kaksikymmentä ja yksi)

William Butler Yeats: Byzantium, and Sailing to Byzantium

Gunnar Ekelöf: Trilogi

 

Fiktional:

Frans G. Bengtsson: Röde Orm

Kaari Utrio: Vaskilintu

Mauri Kunnas. Viikingit Tulevat ( The Vikings Are Coming)

 

(...)

 

There's admittably a certain amount of artistical freedom used in this piece. In The Court Of Jarisleif is a mix of Balkan and Slavonic ethnic sounds, but as we are mixing things up anyway as a modern metal band, we don't feel any need to even claim to be authentic in that sense. Actually that would be pretty pointless. The Kievan Rus were, however, in close contact with the Bulgarians - in good and bad, mostly the latter - and the initial mindsetting for this piece was a feast in the court of Kiev, which might easily have had either visiting parties or slaves entertaining, and hence the Balkan influence felt suitable. I guess the bigger contradiction here would have been the fact, that Kiev was a devoted Christian court by the time our journey would have taken place, so a in reality, the court would probably have been a bit more stiff and uptight than what this drinking extravaganza potrays. Who knows...

 

Nygård sa dessuten at det særlig var to historiske reiser som var blandet sammen til en fiktiv reise på dette albumet. Han ville ikke si hvilke, men jeg antar at i hvert fall en av dem ble foretatt av Harald Hårdråde (om ikke begge).

 

 

...ellers har jeg ikke så mye å utsette på guiden. :) Godt jobbet!

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