TYR - The Rune (2025) - Canciones Para Una Vida

THE  RUNE  (2025  VERSION) 

Está claro que los feroeses TYR están en un buen momento de su carrera, con su último trabajo de estudio aún cercano, (2024), "Battle Ballads" que supuso su noveno LP, ahora recuperan un tema clásico del grupo, "The Rune" originalmente compuesto y publicado en su album de 2002 "How far to Asgard", que fue su primer LP, dandole un toque más actual aunque manteniendo esa especia de toque progresivo que tanto se les notaba en la parte inicial de su carrera. El caso es que parece una buena idea, sobre todo cuando se hace tan bien, mantenerse un poco a la vista del gran público recuperando algún tema clásico propio y de paso autopromocionar su carrera. Dejo pues hoy un enlace a youtube de este "The Rune" de 2025.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVcSP2h6zxU 

 

 Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high above
Cold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleep
I see you go south on the evening tide, end your fight
Futile attempts, you can't change the way, of our day and age of heathen and Hel

I've been living here from when I was born
And my heathen kin it was that found and then populated this land
Who is then this man who demands my scat
He whose mighty ancestors drove mine out of Norway to seek new lands

Which are slipping through my hands
Hold they nothing more divine
Than the property of land
Set the thing here and then

Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings
See to that these men are dealt as those mighty kings men that came before
Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings
Here in darkness with my silver bags, let them come in and take what's mine

All the islands should be mine
But were running out of time
Wield the axe and make them mine
I will rule within my time

Here in pain
Here in darkness
Here in decadence
Lies my land like a rune that's written by gods upon the
Ocean deep, so it reads, thou shalt not enslave thy kin, I
Swear this oath, I'll keep my faith and I'll keep my
Kin from all harm, raise the song to the mountains majesty for thee

Now that millennium has gone
And the sad and weary tales
Of the subsequent events
Are what's left of greater times

That millennium has gone
And the sad and weary tales
Of the subsequent events
Are what's left of greater times 

By Nash