Havamal - The Shaman

THE  SHAMAN 

Vamos hoy con un poco de death melódico "ensiferico" en la figura de la banda sueca Havamal, un grupo formado en 2016 que en este 2025 publicará su tercer LP de estudio "Age of the gods" tras un silencio largo que se extiende a antes de la pandemia, y al que en este año ponen fin. Sus dos anteriores albumes son de 2019 y 2021, cuatro años de silencio que de momento han roto con el adelanto de su nueva obra titulado "The Shaman", death melódico de primer nivel del que dejo un enlace a youtube.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7S-sfRIPYI 

 

In darkened times 

When gods thirst for blood 

A ritualistic sacrifice would be born 

Through ash and smoke 

The whispers I serve I heed a cause forlorn 

 My eyes are simmering

 With bleakened visions 

 Bloodgods crave a sacrificial demand 

 They will steer my grim decisions 

And my knife in hand

 I'm their blade, their willing vessel 

Shadowservant by their command 

 Spawned from the realm of evermist 

Blótdeclarer, here I stand 

 More than the form that meets the eye

 I am the voice where man seeks gods

 Mind and spirit spells perfection 

Mortal flesh is weak and flawed 

 I conjure might 

 Beyond the mortal realm 

No sword in these worlds will be my bane 

 Through maddened visions

 I will overwhelm 

Your mind reborn, I'll drive insane 

 So fear the light That shines from the pyre 

 Meet the gods through steel and fire 

Join me on the altar 

Lie down to meet your fate 

 I will guide your passage through this mortal gate 

 Clad in pagan power

 I rule the shadowcreed

 Runes and bones will tell me where your path will lead

 Listen when I speak 

 For my words are made of gold 

 Leave my words behind and you never will grow old

 Leading the rite 

 That will satiate their will 

By their blade in my hand

 I'll offer them their kill 

 Crimson they demand

 For the gods will never bleed

 As servant in the flesh

 I can see their bloody need

 I'm their blade, their willing vessel 

Shadowservant by their command 

 Spawned from the realm of evermist 

 Blótdeclarer, here I stand 

 More than the form that meets the eye 

I am the voice where man seeks gods 

 Mind and spirit spells perfection 

 Mortal flesh is weak and flawed 

 

By Nash