I stand before thee, Father of all that seeks
A spirit forged from the depths of chaos
Primordial echoes of a dying race
Scream like soulless wraiths of what once was
The gates stand closed to the lesser ones
Forgotten in time, shunned by the light, and the dark
Their blood is weak, impure and faded
None shall pass, the twisted iron, and the one eye
The price of being, is to become and behold
The halls of the gods, born of blood and stone
Share none of their power, with honourless men
I have borne the curse, and loved her mistress
The dark star revealed its secret
And its unseen light shined through me
Ancient and cruel, for at the gates I stand
To walk forward to the beginning
La mine, c'est le lieu qui met le plus en exergue les disparités sociales : d'un côté ils sont des milliers à descendre dans les entrailles de la terre, de l'autre une poignée s'élève socialement ; d'un côté ils meurent par centaines sous l'effet des coups de grisou, de l'autre ils consolident leurs richesses. Cette dualité, elle traverse aussi Kentucky : d'un côté le black metal atmosphérique asphyxiant, de l'autre l'americana et le folklore héroïque. Panopticon est dans la lutte permanente ! Jordan Vauvert
Bridging Nordic black metal with traditional Celtic folk, the Idaho crushers forge heavy music with a heroic medieval spirit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2023
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