4:15 pure perfection.

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0:44 I was giving this a chance and was along with the ride for the most part, but the vocal delivery is very bad here.

That's just the essence of metal music:)

Clicked on a totally random metal playlist. I was surprised that this genre was black metal, because it didn’t sound anything like what I was expecting. I kept listening to it because I really liked its calm nature. The solo is what made me love this song even more. Crazy how songs like these fly under the radar for so long.

100/10

6:14

6:00

Why did Ulver move away from this style. Haunting.

Magnífico 👏🏼

2:52 approaches perfection. It leans towards mid-80s Metallica at their most melodic.

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De ventede tøsens hjemkomst Hun var i mørk skog faren vill Om hun bare kun følgte stjernenes baner Ey hun skulle villfare blant disse graner Snøens tepper hadde bredet seg hen På stien hjem - hennes eneste venn Skogens mørke armer fornærmede seg over den fremmede gjest Det unge var (??) sitt i det vemod ?? bergkongens trøstes efter kristen blod Det nærmer seg stille, en sorgekledt pike, sitter der inne med foldede hender Hun sender en bøn til det himmelske riket Over hennes hode det ?? fra ?? Dråpe som dråpe som blodet til Jesu Krist Eismål, i en uggin (?) skog jeg kjen (?) at i kvell, i kvell tenker ingen på meg

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The guitar at the end is impossible not headbanging🤘💀

De ventede Tøsens Hiemkomst Hun vaer i mørck Skog faren vild Sneens Tepper hafde bredet sig hen Paa Stien hiem - hendes eeneste Ven Om hun bare kunde Følge Stiernernes Baner Ey hun skulde vildfare Blandt disse mørcke Graner Skogens mørcke Arme forbarmede sig ofver dend fremmede Giæst Giorde hende vaer i siine inderste Tankers Veemod At i Bergekongens Kammer tørstes efter Christenblod Det nærmer sig stille: Een sørgeklæst Pige Sidder derinde med foldede Hænder Hun sender een Bøn til det himmeldske Rige Ofver hendes Hode Det drybber fra Qviist Draabe for Draabe som Blodet Fra Kroppen til Jesu Christ Aa, eismal i ein uggin Skog Eg kjenn at i Kveld I Kveld tenkjer ingen paa meg

This is possibly the only actual track that sounds like a song

Yep thats good stuff

skyrim or elden ring type song

Lyrics: Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, and in a perilous path The just man kept his course along The vale of death Roses are planted where thorns grow And on the barren heath Sing the honey bees Then the perilous path was planted: And a river, and a spring On every cliff and tomb; And on the bleached bones Red clay brought forth Till the villain left the paths of ease To walk in perilous paths, and drive The just man into barren climes Now the sneaking serpent walks In mild humility And the just man rages in the wilds Where lions roam Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep

To me Tim sounds much more like Ronnie Munroe than Bruce Dickinson, Great song! \m/

this is my fav kind of black metal.

Brilliant masterpiece.

The solo at 6:00 is probably the best solo I’ve ever heard

This song was a pretty good pick for cyberpunk

Alot of iron maiden sounding ness in here ..

Gripping metal !

5:13

Ulver's cover of this great song. Greetings from Chile!!! kzbin.info/www/bejne/sHjCf2WFe9yDhMk

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Kntytin

The reminds me of Carpathian Forest band, the riffs in this song sound similar to the band Carpathian Forests song called Black Shining Leather.

good album

This song kinda mid tbh Edit: I take it back this is awesome

is this song pro christian?

[plates 7-10] In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity. He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the plow. Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure. All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap. Bring out number, weight & measure in a year of dearth. No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. A dead body revenges not injuries. The most sublime act is to set another before you. If the fool would persist in his folly, he would become wise. Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is pride's cloke. Prisons are built with stones of law, brothers with bricks of religion. The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. The fox condemns the trap, not himself. Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. Let man wear the feel of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. The selfish smiling fool,& the sullen, frowning fool shall be thought wise, that they may be a rod. What is now proved was only once imagin'd. The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet watch the roots; the lion the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits. The cistern contains: the fountain overflows. One thought fills immensity, always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. Every thing possible to be beliv'd is an image of truth. The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you. As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers. The tygers of wrath are the wiser than the horses of instruction. Expect poison from the standing water. You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title! The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth. The weak in courage is strong in cunning. The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow; nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his pray. The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. If others had not been foolish, we should be so. The soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd. When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head! As the caterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on. So the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. To create a little flower is the labour of ages. Damn braces: bless relaxes. The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. Prayers plow not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! The head sublime, the heart pathos, the genitals beauty, the hands & feet proportion. As the air to bird or the sea to fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl that every thing was white. Exuberance is beauty. If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning. Improve (me) nt makes strait road; but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius. Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. Where man is not, nature is barren. Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be beliv'd. Enough! Or too much

Bu coverı arka plandaki konuşmalardan bağımsız düşünemiyorum, farklı bir ruh katıyor bence. Şarkının en sevdiğim hali bu sanırım 💯💯💯

My only wish is to die while listening to this song. Drowning in the woods of no return.. with such beauty as this, the world has no more wonders left for me

This album is a fucking journey start to finish

Is it me or dose this album have a emotional feel to it?

I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise; this they do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning: Thus Swedenborg boasts that what he writes is new; tho' it is only the Contents or Index of already publish'd books A man carried a monkey about for a shew, & because he was a little wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conciev'd himself as much wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg; he shews the folly of churches & exposes hypocrites, till he imagines that all are religious, & himself the single one on earth that ever broke a net Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new truth: Now hear another: he has written all the old falshoods And now hear the reason. He conversed with Angels who are all religious, & conversed not with Devils who all hate religion, for he was incapable thro' his conceited notions Thus Swedenborgs writings are a recapitulation of all superficial, opinions, and an analysis of the more sublime, but no further Have now another plain fact: Any man of mechanical talents may from the writings of Paracelsus or Jacob Behmen, produce ten thousand volumes of equal value with Swedenborgs, and from those of Dante or Shakespear, an infinite number But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine

ESSES 33 DESLIKE SÃO DOS CORNOS QUE CHORAM OUVINDO SERTANEJO LIXO E CHORAM LEMBRANDO DA VADIA DELES, CHAMADO: EX

GOSTEI DA MUSICA, MUITO FODA. OUVINDO NO ESTÉREO AQUI. ROCK É MEU GÊNERO MUSICAL.

I'm ready for cold weather & black metal

The whole song's wonderful... but that ending is MAGNIFICENT.

ending riff sounds sad but hopeful

My favorite song in album

7:33 when the solo crosses into the melody line is where I get chills

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