So here's to life,
it's all we've got
with all its pain
and piss and rot
it's full of failure
and despair
it's all a game
and fucking unfair.
we're falling fast, from birth to death
with ne'er a break to catch our breath
a one-way train on which we ride
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
life is a silly little trip
with every step a step to skip
from first to last, it's tears in rain
with screams and sighs for a refrain
living life like a snail on a razor blade
like a late goodbye
a welcome overstayed
a paper boat armada of memory
like an ester condensed from night's revelry and acid mornings
life is an unfinished painting
let hollow things ring
life is really all I've got
full of pain and piss and rot
every taste soon stale and bitter
it's a shit cake dressed in glitter
chains and leather, the power of the riff compels you
the flavours of intimacy
a moist engraving on our lips on the resilient edge of resistance
the calm of winter, candles and ice
the bright sight of autumn woodlands
words shared over spirits
poetry and wisdom
we are bloodied but unbowed
So here's to life
it's all we've got
with all its pain
and piss and rot.
what's there to have
what's there to be
what's worth fighting for,
for me
which side I'm on
it's hard to tell
the grass is always burned in hell.
just look around, it's plain to see: to suffer is what it means to be
we're falling fast, from birth to death
with ne'er a break to catch our breath,
a one-way train on which we ride
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
life is a silly little trip
with every step a step to skip
from first to last, it's tears in rain
with screams and sighs for a refrain
I've had my fill, my share of losing
and at times, it was amusing
For what it's worth, I gotta say
I do it all again my way
I'd say Havukruunu is the rightful holder of the Crown and the mantle of Quorthon. Epic choirs, vikingesque themes and tales from the other times, of the Finnish paganism back in the days before our ancestors were brought to the cross and forced to kneel while feeling the bloody sword of saviour on their throats made to kiss the hand of murderers who burnt thousands, tore down our holy places and took our holy days. Eyes teary I listen to these songs, never forgiving the crimes of the cross! Peikonmieli
A great demonstration of ability to perfectly mix aggression and melody. They continued showing to us how it's done right with their 2022 album. So, this is a band to watch out for. I absolutely love this brand of black metal. mourner