There are people capable of creating, with very little, true masterpieces: this is the case of Quorthon, who in his long career wrote some of the best viking/epic albums, but certainly with this "Twilight Of The Gods" he reached the highest point of viking in general, yes...I am firmly convinced, for two fundamental reasons:
1) "Twilight Of The Gods" contains some of the most beautiful songs in epic viking
2) "Twilight Of The Gods" contains the most beautiful songs by Bathory
It's 1991, and Bathory has been around for a few years now, it's well known that the band is not composed of musical geniuses (technically speaking), but what most puzzles the group's fans is: "Which path will Quorthon decide to take? Will we return to the cacophonous black of the early albums?? Will Death Blood And Fire continue?"... well, the answer is simple, that genius Quorthon does what he does best...ignore everyone and everything and compose what he feels...and guess what??? A true masterpiece composed of 7 viking pearls is born, pearls that go by the name of "Twilight Of The Gods", a majestic 14-minute suite full of emotion: the song opens with a long introduction played entirely muted, to which, in a fantastic melodic interweaving, electric and acoustic guitars join, weaving a heavy and dark melody accompanied by a splendid text. The theatricality of the singer's voice and the great choirs in the background make the song truly exquisite and not at all heavy to listen to. Then we move on to "Through Blood By Thunder," a song that lays the foundations for the great post-production Bathorian style, starting with a quite calm initial arpeggio, followed by a very cadenced base based on a square and powerful rhythm accompanied by an especially ungraceful singing that makes it all very particular. After this pearl, we move on to "Blood And Iron," a great classic of the group's production, which opens with a beautiful and very sad acoustic guitar arpeggio, then transforming into a more complex song compared to the previous one: the guitars become more aggressive, and the drum tempos are much more varied and complex. Quorthon's monotonal voice is this time a bit of a weak point of the song, which is slightly marred. Nevertheless, the general level of the song is excellent. 10 minutes of pure epicness. "Under The Rune" instead shows us a vocalist in great shape, offering us a truly excellent performance with the construction of excellent vocal lines accompanied by fantastically epic choruses. The melodic base is simple, almost elementary, but not at all ugly...the main melody turns out to be one of the best on the album, where light musicality and aggressiveness are perfectly balanced. "To Enter Your Mountain" is the song that attracted me the least, not because it's ugly (on the contrary, compared to modern viking, it is something unreachable), but because it relies too much on the base of "Twilight Of The Gods" and a truly terrible singing that it is overshadowed by so much beauty (I regret saying it). "Bond Of Blood" resumes the path taken with the previous song, but is much richer in ideas and accompanied by better singing; the electric guitar lines are beautiful and dominate the song's duration. The last "Hammerheart" is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard: nothing special from a technical/instrumental point of view, to be clear, but the emotional charge that this Viking choir releases is something unparalleled; the theatricality and emotionality that Quorthon's voice releases in this piece is something unique and fantastic. The main melody is excellent, absolutely devoid of guitars and all classic instruments such as bass and drums (the latter only appearing with cymbals in the dreamy chorus).
Ultimately, this is surely one of the most beautiful albums I have ever listened to, and it is undoubtedly the best viking product ever conceived; the production of the album, quite dirty, makes it all the more fantastic and pleasant.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Under the Runes (05:59)
In great numbers we advance before dawn
By the great hail this great fight is born
Among the clouds now our black wings fills the air
No more frontlines the holy battle is everywhere
Though death may await me on the battlefield
I die to go on but by the great hail I will go,
I am marching Under The Runes
Countless victories we fight side by side
Deep down in the oceans on land and way up in the sky
Comed this far now there is no way back or return
If we do withdraw the horizon will seem to burn
Though death now is closing in on me
I die to go on but by the great hail I will go,
I am fighting Under The Runes
Standing here now amidst the hell we have made
All signs of a wonder or to survive now seems to fade
But I am a fighter and I still have my pride
They are gonna have to kill, by my own hand I refuse to die
Though now death is all that awaits me
I die to go on but by the great hail I will go
I am dying Under The Runes
07 Hammerheart (04:57)
Now that the wind called my name
And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse
up in the empty space
And the wise one-eyed great father
in the sky stilled my flame
For the ones who stood me near
And you few who were me dear
I ask of thee to have no doubts and no fears
For when the great clouds fills the air
And the thunder roars from o, so
far away up in the sky
Then for sure you will know that I have
reached the joyous hall up high
With my bloodbrothers at side
All sons of father with one eye
We were all born in the land of the blood on ice
And now you all who might hear my song
Brought to you by the northern wind have no fear
Though the night may seem so everlasting
and forever dark
There will come a golden dawn
At ends of nights for all yee on whom
Upon the northstar always shines
The vast gates to hall up high
Shall stand open wide and welcome you
with all its within
And Oden shall hail us bearers of a pounding
Hammerheart
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By fjelltronen
Quorthon shouts to march under the runes, to die under the runes in the next track, and he does so with a fervor and passion that leave one trembling, astonished.
A timeless work that does not suffer from changing trends, that does not care for coteries and labels, that celebrates the cult of the North with vigor and simplicity as befits the men of the North.