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Ànrach

by Bròn

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Froth
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Froth This has got to be the best mix of ambient and black metal that I have ever heard. Absolutely amazing!
Winterwald
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Winterwald После прослушивания "Pred dverima noći", я не мог не оценить предыдущие работы.

Честное слово, после буквально 2 минут прослушивания, я без каких либо колебаний приобрел данный альбом.

Спасибо Bròn, за великолепную музыку! Favorite track: Ànrach.
pfk505
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pfk505 Bròn has put out a lot of good material but this is the best of it and will likely be hard to surpass. Ànrach is the kind of album that grabs hold and doesn't let go. One of my favourite metal albums, still getting regular plays 6 years on. Favorite track: Tipiwhenua.
Ädäm
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Ädäm I have already said it in my comment to "Fògradh" and I only can repeat myself: I want a physical release!
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1.
Ànrach 19:32
Here, where the story of my blood is inscribed on every rock I dragged my spirit, like raw nerve-endings Over unwelcoming terrain To bury my heart in the breasts Of barren mountains. Through gelid glens Beneath stars gifted light by my memory And over rocks hewn from my bone To drink deep from streams That flow with my blood Into the sea that bore me here And again bears me away Bears me away from rain-lashed cliffs And mist-veiled shores Into the northern sea, that lies in inseparable union With vaporous night The wind howls with my own voice But holds no word of welcome Into the waves Beneath the fog Surrendered to dark waters Dragged down to stygian depths With snow-dusted glens Illumed by a cold moon Searing within Into the waves Beneath the fog Surrendered to dark waters Dragged down to stygian depths Beneath the waves Into the fog Away from fir-cloaked slopes That conceived my essence I shall forever wander The weather-beaten one I shall forever wander
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Lutalica 16:26
From iron shores Drifting east To the ruin-lined shores of the Danube Past ageless cities Of faded glory Through opaque walls of crystalline mist and bitter cold To sun-drenched shores Of oak and spruce Shrouded marshes Verdant plains Drifting past Lands of spoliation On grey, forlorn currents Thick with midwinter’s ice Beneath shadows of great monuments Robbed of past resplendence To clear, warm nights Where night birds chant To keep the cruel dawn at bay Step tentatively ashore Wade through shrouded marshes Into groves of oak and ash That pulse with unseen spirits And reverberate with hoof falls of the past Beckoned forward by hanging boughs The heart I left buried in northern mountains Grows strong in my chest And takes root in the black soil of these forests But forever bears the scars Of gelid glens and minacious crags My blood, flowing from northern streams, Reaches the sea and into this great river Mingles in the marshes And when my bones have been picked clean by carrion birds My spirit shall ascend To gift memory to dead stars And I shall forever wander A blood-red sun retreats Setting the horizon alight In its dying glare I caress the scars of distant lands And their memory fades With the waning light Ascending upwards To ignite barren stars Beacons to light my way As I forever wander
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Tipiwhenua 21:25
A bloodless sun rises To gloat over a land Blanketed by long white cloud Anemic shards penetrate To touch virginal soil Beneath mossy boughs Nestled in flocculent fronds Cloaked in limpid dew This is where I fell Entranced by the nightsky And surrendered myself to madness Black fertile earth Unquenched by my blood Falls through soiled fingers To mingle with nocturnal moisture The moon reflects from a tranquil sea And my spirit is wrung with a bitter yearning Nostalgia for a veiled past Even in this Elysian sanctuary I understand I was not meant for this place So I gave myself to the stars Immune to telluric woe But even in unending starlight I understand I am not meant for this place I fall back to the earth And lay prone in clandestine paradise Night lays heavy Adorned with inverted constellations Soft rain settles on pallid skin Fronds and leaves sway in the wind A stream runs black through the night The north wind beckons me home The north wind beckons me to forever wander.

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Artwork by Diana Tuchs (tuchs.ru).
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released September 20, 2016

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