This is music to my soul. I love this. This is why i want to learn both icelandic and the pre-nordic language, the norse language. Not norweigan, but the norse lamguage they used before Swedish, Danish, Norweigan and Icelandic, which i also want to learn. Amazing languages.
I feel a small story coming on :w A young boy sinks to his knees in the dark. His small knees splashing as he sinks into a puddle. Rain torrenting his small frame relentlessly. He drops his basket of wheat as his eyes absorb a ghostly sight. We pan around him to see Fire. A fire abhorrently burning where his home used to be. Crackling wood and embers rises as the young boy can only look on in silent shock. When we pan back around the boy, he is replaced by a young man. His body may have changed but his soul still remains the same. He stands silently in the rain, its torrential pour like tiny arrows against his cloak. We pan around to see a forest. The trees fully lush and swaying in the heavy winds. Their arm-like branches offering no embrace nor recourse from nature's wrath. The young man is staring at a puddle, his own reflection being pummeled by the rain. He tugs at his hood, is he ashamed of himself or something else? His eyes no longer shown with youthful vigor. We pan back to the young man to find him aged again. Now the young man has been replaced by a man, aged and wisened. Again it rains, this time he is wearing metal that covers most of his body. He takes his helmet off, as he stares at something. We pan around him, he is not alone any longer. Standing on either shoulder is a young man, armored the same as himself. In front of them is a child. Crying relentlessly in the torrential downpour, clutching a wooden doll. Her voice lost in the void between them. What sort of life did the young boy walk? Was it worth it? To him, the answer was simple. He crouches down and extends his hand, a faint and knowing smile touches his lips as a tear falls down his face, instantly washed away in the rain....
There was once a man suffering from the voices in his mind, they spoke not of death, not of pain, not of rage or anger, but of self doubt, deprecation, and fear. Those around him said this was normal, for ours was a cursed existence, humanity itself was a evil and vile thing they said. The man didnt want to believe this, he had seen so much good, but he couldnt deny some truth to it, for if it wasnt true, why would these people adhere to this so strongly as to afirm all his own demons, to put him down instead of pick him up? So, seeking answers, he did all he could do, for he had no money, he had no means of transportation, only his own two feet, so he took a walk, sweet, simple, one foot in front of the other, he walked, on and on in the silence of night and the song of day. Contemplating the nature of himself and those around him. Through his travels he came to a realization, those around him before, those around him now, those who will surround him in the future, they did not matter, indeed even his own thoughts on himself did not matter, the world itself would continue no matter the evil or good of man, the ruthlessness and beauty of nature, time marches on, and we must march with it.... ...one foot in front of the other
sorry if this sounds in any way cringy or something, we all take something away from music, listening to this song over and over helped me with something i was dealing with, so i put it in a story, thank you Gealdyr and Danheim, both of your music is helping me through things
See You in Valhalla brothers.
Sadly we will all come to Helheim
@Odins Mystic Yes but i think ww3 is not far away so we maybe have the chance to go to valhalla. But hopefully not too soon.
Valhalla doesnt exist lol
This is music to my soul. I love this. This is why i want to learn both icelandic and the pre-nordic language, the norse language. Not norweigan, but the norse lamguage they used before Swedish, Danish, Norweigan and Icelandic, which i also want to learn. Amazing languages.
Same.
I like your creativity, very authentic!
Thank you so much!
Great. Simply and truly great.
Music to my ears more like music to my soul
Una de mis canciones favoritas. Saludos desde México!
This is art.
Divine art!
Beautiful!
Wonderful collaboration! Regards from Mexico!
Inspiring!
Спасибо большое ! Желаю успехов .
Increible!!
Love it
I love your voice to this song its amazing:) Skål broder^^
I feel a small story coming on :w
A young boy sinks to his knees in the dark. His small knees splashing as he sinks into a puddle. Rain torrenting his small frame relentlessly.
He drops his basket of wheat as his eyes absorb a ghostly sight.
We pan around him to see Fire. A fire abhorrently burning where his home used to be. Crackling wood and embers rises as the young boy can only look on in silent shock.
When we pan back around the boy, he is replaced by a young man. His body may have changed but his soul still remains the same. He stands silently in the rain, its torrential pour like tiny arrows against his cloak.
We pan around to see a forest. The trees fully lush and swaying in the heavy winds. Their arm-like branches offering no embrace nor recourse from nature's wrath. The young man is staring at a puddle, his own reflection being pummeled by the rain. He tugs at his hood, is he ashamed of himself or something else? His eyes no longer shown with youthful vigor.
We pan back to the young man to find him aged again. Now the young man has been replaced by a man, aged and wisened.
Again it rains, this time he is wearing metal that covers most of his body. He takes his helmet off, as he stares at something.
We pan around him, he is not alone any longer. Standing on either shoulder is a young man, armored the same as himself.
In front of them is a child. Crying relentlessly in the torrential downpour, clutching a wooden doll. Her voice lost in the void between them.
What sort of life did the young boy walk? Was it worth it? To him, the answer was simple.
He crouches down and extends his hand, a faint and knowing smile touches his lips as a tear falls down his face, instantly washed away in the rain....
A Great Tune, Well Done
Thank you!!
im upset that it took until now to find this song. dang thats good. passionate vocal that descend into guttural war-like bass
спасибо
SALUDOS DESDE CHILE!!
1.40 could you please tell me what instrument is this?
Mfs be watching Vikings and The Last Kingdom and think they are Vikings now. LOL
There was once a man suffering from the voices in his mind, they spoke not of death, not of pain, not of rage or anger, but of self doubt, deprecation, and fear. Those around him said this was normal, for ours was a cursed existence, humanity itself was a evil and vile thing they said. The man didnt want to believe this, he had seen so much good, but he couldnt deny some truth to it, for if it wasnt true, why would these people adhere to this so strongly as to afirm all his own demons, to put him down instead of pick him up?
So, seeking answers, he did all he could do, for he had no money, he had no means of transportation, only his own two feet, so he took a walk, sweet, simple, one foot in front of the other, he walked, on and on in the silence of night and the song of day. Contemplating the nature of himself and those around him.
Through his travels he came to a realization, those around him before, those around him now, those who will surround him in the future, they did not matter, indeed even his own thoughts on himself did not matter, the world itself would continue no matter the evil or good of man, the ruthlessness and beauty of nature, time marches on, and we must march with it....
...one foot in front of the other
sorry if this sounds in any way cringy or something, we all take something away from music, listening to this song over and over helped me with something i was dealing with, so i put it in a story, thank you Gealdyr and Danheim, both of your music is helping me through things
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Christians and heathens unite for Europe
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