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Graveland - Following The Voice of Blood - Lp'97

1. Intro
2. White Hand's Power - Run
3. Thurisaz Run
4. Following the Voice of Blood - Run
5. Forge of Souls
6. Raise the Swords ! - Run
7. And the Horn was Sunding far Away - Run
8. Fed by the Beasts - Run
9. Outro

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Following The Voice Of Blood

In my bloody hands I sway the flag of my Folk, my blood bubbles with rage and hatred, I know who I am and I know my destiny, I know who is my brother and who is my enemy, today is a good day to day... Shed blood cools on the battlefield, blood of my ancestors.They knew that their acts were proper and good, they died defending their lands and towns. They were not afraid of death or pain, but they were afraid that someone could name them cowards. Gods were pleased with their victories, took their sacrifices and protected them and showed the mysterious paths of life and death, destiny and victory. My ancestors walked these paths with pride and courage marking them by the blood. In my bloody hand I sway the flag of my Folk and walk the way of my ancestors, the paths of their brave acts... the paths that are forgotten today by many asleep people by fallacious realm of happiness and peace. Their hearts are poisoned by poison of judeo-christian pseudo values. If they do not wake up their Folk will die. The enemies of my Folk will have to die. Their blood will be shed on my lands.. Gods will take the sacrifice. The time of fight is coming. The time when one will have to shed his blood during the battle.When this day comes, as in the past the fiery chariots will come across the lands carring death and destruction. Let the horns and drums rouse us to fight, soon the flocks of black crows will eat the dead bodies of our foes.

We dedicate this LP to all people who still walks the true ways of our ancestors, who are faithful to laws and customs of the Folk, who are not afraid of standing at confines of the freedom of culture and belief, who stand against tremadous power of our enemies, who want to destroy our will of fight and our true identity. We dedicate this LP to all people who are still faithful to true spirit and ideas of Black Metal, particulary to Black Metal underground...Do not forget that true Black Metal it is intransigence and inflexibility, resistance and persistence, rage and hatred, severity and retribution... Black and white...Althought today many people sell their bands and money is the only god for them, althought they let Black Metal to be commercial trend...But there are still some people who will never give up...We dedicate this LP to these people...Darkness covers the underground...We still can realize our ideas and plans. Black Metal is the music of our resistance and protest against the system of captivating and destroying of our pagan identity, identity of White Inhabitants of this land.

Following The Voice of Blood - stuff full of hatred and anger
was recorded in days: 25th of September - 18th of December '96
Mixed in days: 23th - 24th of December'96 in Wrocław Studio "Tuba"
Engineered and mixed by Darken & Grzegorz Czachor
Lyrics by Capricornus & Darken
Photos by Tymon, Logo by Christophe Szpajdel & Darken
Front cover and cover under CD circle by Darken

Darken - vocal, guitar, bass, keyboard
Capricornus - drums

White Hand's Power

The white hand, proud and strong
by ruling the realm of Isengard.
White as consciousness of illuminated mind,
spirit became flesh, symbolized by the hand.
That's true cleanness, being able to raise
the world out of its hinges and create it new:
Behold the banner's flying, it calls to join,
because the white hand prevails...

White Hand's Power
to the realm of Isengard;
White Hand's Elegance
to the Kings of Isengard
White Hand's Supremacy
to the axisforces of middle-earth
White Hand's Dominion
to the ends of the world...
...and to universe at next !!!

Marching southward, orkish battlecries in air,
heavy boots crush down weakness in dust
Warriors executing inferior lifes by firesword:
Submit or die, Creatures of odd...
Creatures of ill... Creatures of mud...
Degenerated by mixed blood !
Submission, Submission, Submission
To the splendid kings of Isengard,
to the one race born of ice and flames !

© JFN 1996 (wurde doch gut zu Graveland passen...)
(By musical performence, in the last stanza the "hand's" should hange to "men's"...)
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Following the Voice of Blood

When the dark clouds in the sky
Full of the black ravens,
Announce the time of great trial.
Each man takes his sword,
His shield and sets out on a journey,
where sounds of horns summon him.

No one will spare his blood,
When on the battlefield,
Regent of Gods lead us...

Raise your swords brother and fight.
On the horn's sound we will move.
We will follow the ravens in the sky.

Blood for blood !
Fire for fire ! x2
Detah for detah !

Armoured man by armoured man,
They stride, step by step.
Sword by sword, shield by shield.
They're marching in silence...

Many of them will die tomorrow,
But none of them is afraid of detah.

When the horns and kettle-drums sound
steady rows of warrior will move.
Man by man, without shadow of fear
Like the winged chariots of fire.

Every man bears his shield,
Every man holds his weapon in the hand.
Ravens circulate over our heads.
Tomorrow we'll feed our dogs on christian hearts.

Brother ! blow the horn of war !
Tomorrow's battle will be watched
By our Gods and forefathers
And we must take revenge in their name !

Over the horizon dark clouds appear.
It's cold and clouds of steam hover over us.
We are marching silently...
We are overwhelmed in thoughts,
Marching for victory...

Hate and wrath burn our hearts.
Our thoughts echo in the space.
Into the battle we go to win...
Into the battle that will determine the world's fate.

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And the Horn was Sounding far Away

When my spirit was roaming among the winter's fog
I say my grey brother wolf drinking my blood.
My body lay on the snow, disabled, mortally wounted.

I, the last of the mountain's clan,
Pursued and wounted by enemies,
Passed away in this place.

I'm still hearing the horn sounding far away,
Herds of raven are following there.
But I can't get there anymore...
I am so far from my burnt home.

I see the snow falling on my face,
But I am not able to throw it down.
I see my eyes closed
And mouths congealed in pain,
They will never say anything more...

Winds brings the black clouds...
Soon the thick snow will fall.
Wind ! Hide my dead body !
I hear my persecutors are coming...

I will regenerate
In the shape of wolf with black bristle.
I will draw my fangs
In the river of enemies' blood !

Thurisaz

Sharp thorn hurts a noble man
To let him know the taste of blood.
But the intruder must beware of him,
Because death sleeps in every thorn.

In the garden of human plants,
There is a lot of hidden thorns.
No one likes them, cause they bring pain.
Pain or truth ? No matter, they hurt the same...

Black thorn. Alone and proud he grows.
And every creature envies him.
Fear paralyses enemies.
He's strong enough to make them dead.

I am the thorn of Darkness
Reflection of men's true nature.
I came to this dying world
To celebrate upcoming end.

Fed by the Beasts

One day an eagle kidnaped him,
When he was only two years old.
Eagle raised him to infinite expanses
And brought him to his nest.

Eagle's claws were very sharp.
They wounded his body hard.
The blood was running plentifully.
Nobody could hear his screams and call !

An eagle had no children,
So he was bringing meat and feeding the nipper.
Why did Gods choose such a fate for him ?
Why didn't eagle kill this child ?

Winters and years passed away.
An eagle taught his son to kill unexpectedly. z.1
A wolf taught his daughter to hunt and beset the victim.

Nowadays their home villages
Are covered by ashes and trees brought to the ground.
All of their families passed away, z.1
Because nobody wanted to accept new belief.
They fought and died in fight till the last breath.

One day she retired from home,
The herd of wolves appeared on the forest's border.
It happened in winter when herd felt a hunger.
A wolf caught her and went into the woods.

Screams and cry dodn,t change anything.
Wolfish fangs wounded her painfully.
She couldn't do anything, she was too little.
She was only few years old.

A wolf had no children,
So he was bringing meat and fee her.
Why did Gods choose such a fate for her ?
Why didn't wolf kill her feeling hunger ?

Today no christian can enter the woods...
Armoured knights going for hunting never come back. z.2
Blood permeates through the earth fast.
This winter wolves aren't hungry.

When my spirit was walking through the forest,
I met her and him.
It was very cold evening and the sun was setting. z.2
They stood on the forest's border,
The wind was blowing through their hair...
And night was falling down.

Raise the Swords !

You who have become the legend !
I summon you mighty warriors !
Your power, honour and pride
Shall encourage all of us.

The same blood runs in our veins,
But our brothers' minds are poisoned.
Their spirit should be purified,
Enemies' temples burnt to the ground...

We raise the swords and start new war
Against the plague of foreign Gods.
Fidelity and pagan pride
Will lead us to the final glory !

Nothing can deafen voice of blood.
Instinct decodes every lie.
Strong arms will soon throw down the chains
And bring the lost dignity back...

Let's raise the swords forged in blood
Together with forefathers' ghosts.
Invisible astral power
Shall turn us into cruel beats.

Immortal are the ideals
For which we fight and proudly die.
There is a flame of heritage,
That every man has to protect.

We are the last bastion of truth,
Those who have never betrayed their roots.
The heathen fire of our hearts
Can only raise but never go out !

We take an oath on our swords
To raise them when it's time for fight.
When alien offend our faith
And spit on forefather' graves...