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Rating: I hold a deep respect for the music and the project that Thomas Forsberg carried on with coherence, awareness, and, yes, great talent for so many years. Twice during his long career, he paved new roads within the extreme Northern European rock scene, spawning a myriad of clones but also quality artists who gloriously dominated the "heavy" scenes during the prolific nineties.
Today we find ourselves surrounded by dozens of acts that play with vikings and epicness without understanding anything about it, musically having the consistency of cotton wool while the lyrical aspect shines with acute infantilism, so I find it right to cling to the wonders of this theatrical work, the ideal soundtrack for a book of Icelandic sagas, the immortal "Hammerheart."
Immersed in reading the "Saga of Vigdis" (Sigrid Undset, Norway) or the "Saga of Hrafnkell" (Iceland), I can only feel the call of Quorthon's choruses, his massive chords, the thunderous drums, his clumsy voice, imprecise yet warm, vibrant, passionate like few others. And then the first acoustic rustles of "Shores In Flames" resonate, followed by those woody and mighty riffs, wild like the atmospheres painted by the commander on his invincible "Knörr," fearless in challenging the currents of the Norwegian Sea to free himself from Harald Hårfager's aegis and reach the shores of the lonely Faröe!
"Valhalla.." also opens with the acoustic-electric duet, exploding vehemently yet thoughtfully, with that way of distorting the six strings that will become a symbol of viking-metal, sounds that engulf, filling the heart with swirling melodies, elevated in the leaden northern skies by the exquisite, epic, poetic chorus. In the solos, Quorthon's guitar sounds like a bagpipe among rocky slopes, sketching fiery yet romantic harmonies, lost in the love for the history of the North.
Continuing, one encounters the metallic colonnades of "Baptised In Fire And Ice", a hammering crucible of sharp riffs, bitter melodies that chase the solemn and Wagnerian choruses. The closure leaves us with another dark and wistful solo of absolute class.
With "Father To Son," we reach the emotional pinnacle, sepulchral voices and buzzing guitars slice through the air menacingly, giving way to a threatening bridge that explodes with Viking rage while the Stockholm leader's voice sings sentimental lyrics hinting at the importance of the family unit in Scandinavian society of the period (793-1000 A.D.). The sweetness of "Song To Hall Up High" tortures with its gripping melancholy, a symbol of the band's love for national mythology, a brief journey painting glorious funeral rites, boats burning and disappearing into the depths of the northern ocean..
The ground shakes with "Home Of Once Brave", sturdy, slow and jagged riffs… A ride towards black mountains, dominated by forests teeming with nocturnal animals. And yet silent fjords can be seen, ice tongues reminiscent of the Jostedalsbreen (Norwegian glacier), all dominated by a song narrating courageous and extreme deeds. The structure of this slow-song will inspire many great Nordic bands, names you already know!
Grand dramatic finale with the well-known "One Rode To Asa Bay" tinged with lyricism introducing us to the arrival of the men from the East, the loss of something precious.. Dark and shadowy keyboards stand out against a horizon of solid and grim electric grunts where Forsberg ventures onto softer vocal coordinates, closer to the classic heavy-metal eighties flavoured. Tears fall copiously in the tormented finale from solos that spawn marble notes guided by sly yet weighty riffs and the sound of mysterious bells.
Great passion for "Hammerheart" is what I feel, a work that sets my dreams to music, that concretizes the visions of an ancient civilization for which I feel love and respect. A memory for those who left suddenly.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Shores in Flames (11:09)
Mother winter leaves our land
And opens wide the seas
The lukewarm breeze does beckon me
As it whispers through the trees
It says: Set your sails
And let me take your ship to foreign shores
Take farewell of those near you
And your land of the North!
The wild cold deep black ocean's waves
Invites my hungry heart
Cry not my love I'll return
Only death can keep us apart
Oden in the sky up high
Let the Ravens of yours fly
To guide us on our sail to foreign shores
Let your Ravens fly
The wind blows through my hair
And fills our sails with hope and pride
Caress these lines of Oak, wind
Do not throw us all aside
The wild cold deep black oceans waves
As wide as sky above
Carry us, oh, Gods of sea
Don't take us down below
Now approach the shore at dawn
All is still the light of daybreak is yet to be born
Clad in morning dew asleep
The citys walls rise before us men from the seas
Carrying cold steel at our sides
No time to lose at sunbirth we attack the city by surprise
Down the coastlines with the wind we reign
Men of the North we leave the shores in flames
Shores In Flames Shores In Flames
Shores In Flames Shores In Flames
Fire!
Tor of thunder way up high
Swing your Hammer that cracks the sky
Send the wind to fill our sails and take us home
Guide your sons, us, home
When the wind cries out my name
And time has come for me to die
Then wrap me in my cape
And lay my sword down at my side
Then place me on a ship of Oak
And let it drift with tide
Let the flames purify my soul
On its way to hall up high
Up high
Up high
Up high
Up high
Fire!
02 Valhalla (09:34)
God of thunder
Who crack the sky
Swing your hammer
Way up high
In chariot of gold
Ride across the clouds
The black storm is unfold
Burning mist is but a shroud
Seeds and honey
Milk and blood
A sacrifice
To thunder god
Laid in ship of oak
On final sail to fate
Steel is at side
Drifting to the open gates of
Valhalla
Shields of gold
Valhalla
Great warriors hall
I swing my sword in the wind
I feel the powers all within
Valhalla
Valhalla
God of thunder
Lightning rain
The winds of glory
Whispers your name
Pounding pounding
Of hooves and wheels
Forks of lightning
At your heels
Sword of steel
Held up high
Lightning strikes
From blackened skies
Fallen heroes
In battle slain
Awaits my arrival
At the gates of
Valhalla
Shields of gold
Valhalla
Great warriors hall
I raise my fist to the air
In the creed of powers and glory swear
Valhalla
Shields of gold
Valhalla
Great warriors hall
I swing my sword in the wind
I feel the powers all within
Valhalla
Shields of gold
Valhalla
Great warriors hall
I raise my fist to the Air
In the creed of powers and glory swear
Valhalla...
04 Father to Son (06:29)
(Father to Son
Father to Son
Father to Son
From Father to Son)
Now born my son I name thee
After the sound of my Hammer's
Beat upon the anvil
On this chilly springtime day
The Hammerchild of my flesh
Of my blood to carry on
When I have reached Odin's end
Of my glorious warrior's trail
(From Father to Son
From Father to Son)
Call upon the spirits of our fathers
Long time gone with thunder
Ask them for truth and courage
When trouble is in your way
Learn to read and understand
The signs to few can clearly vision
Listen carefully to what
The Ravens has to say
Oh, hear the Thunder's roar
Greetings from our fathers long time gone
Tell so that no one ever will forget
What is in heart goes from Father to Son
(From Father to Son
From Father to Son)
Oh, watch the lightning strike
Feel the powers of the Hammer's pounding on
Take it to your heart and understand
What must live on from Father to Son
(From Father to Son
From Father to...)
Promise me my son to always
Cherish what is home to you
What is the truth and to
Defend all of your race
Never lose the values
I have taught to you
Always keep your moral and ideals
Do never bring your flag disgrace
(From Father to Son
From Father to Son)
Promise me my son before my corpse
Is turning pale to
Grab my sword hold it to the sky
And call out my hail
Listen for the sound of bronze horns
Watch the lightning strike then
You know I have reached Odin's end
Of my warrior's trail
Oh, my child please take heed
Through you I am granted to live on
These words more worth than you will ever know
Make them live on from Father to Son
(From Father to Son
From Father to Son
From Father to Son
From Father to Son)
[Dedicated to the Children of the North Star]
05 Song to Hall Up High (02:30)
I know you watch over me
Father of all the past
And all that will ever be
You are the first and the last
The watcher of all that lives
The guardian of all that died
The one-eyed God way up high
Who rules my world and the sky
Northern wind take my song up high
To the Hall of glory in the sky
So its gates shall greet me open wide
When my time has come to die
07 One Rode to Asa Bay (10:24)
One man rode the way through the woods
Down to Asa bay
Where dragon ships had sailed to sea
More times than one could say
To see with own eyes the wonder
People told of from man to man
The God of all almightyness
Had arrived from a foreign land
The rumours told of a man
Who had come from the other side the sea
Carrying gold cross around neck in chain
And spoke in strange tongue of peace
He had come with strange men in armour
Dressed in purple shirts and lace
Smelling not of beer but flowers
And with no hair in face
And the bold man carrying cross
Had told all one of Asa bay
The God of all man woman child had come
To them all save
And to thank Lord of Heaven
One should build to God a house
And to save one's soul from Hell
One should be baptised and say vows
A man of pride with the Hammer told new God
To build his house on own
And spoke loud of the Gods of their fathers
Not too long time gone
The rumours said the man with a beard like fire
And the Hammer in chain
By men in armour silenced was and by
Their swords was slain
Those who did not pay the one coin
Of four to man of new God
Whipped was twenty and put in chains then locked
By their neck to the log To the log
And so all of Asa bay did build
A house of the cross
Every hour of daylight they did sweat
Limbs ached because faith does cost
And on the day two hundred
There it stood white to the sky
The house of the God of the cross
Big enough to take two dragon ships inside
And all of Asa bay did watch
The wonder raise to the sky
Now must the God of the cross be pleased
And satisfied
Just outside the circle of the crowd
One old man did stand
He looked across the waters
And blotted the sun out of his eyes with one hand
And his old eyes could almost see
The dragon ships set sails
And his old ears could almost hear
Men of great numbers call out Oden's hail
And though he did know already
Though he turned face towards sky
And whispered silent words forgotten
Spoken only way up high
Now this house of a foreign God does stand
Now must they leave us alone
Still he heard from somewhere in the woods
Old crow of wisdom say
"...people of Asa land, it's only just begun..."
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By emanuele1
The album thus concludes, leaving the world a true masterpiece of music, unrepeatable and unmissable, which will lay the foundation for all future Viking albums.
11 minutes of pure Viking will overwhelm you, transporting you to the icy lands of Northern Europe.
By stargazer
"'Hammerheart' can therefore be seen as a concept album centered on the customs and traditions of the ancient Vikings."
"'One Rode To Asa Bay,' the quintessential Viking track, brimming with melancholy and epicness... the anger and hatred towards Christianity, a religion imposed by force."
