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Part parody, part tribute, a complete hoot for me. A Nordic Metal song with lyrics copped from a romantic poem by Bjarni Thorarensen I found on a website called Nordic Prosody. I hope no metal fans are offended by my naive efforts with the form.
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Lyrics
Who rides with such fury
A fiery charger
Through the high heavens
A horse snow-colored?
The mighty steed
From his mane tosses
Frozen flakes
That flutter earthward.
Glowing glitters
His gray armor
On his shoulder there hangs
A shield ice-covered
On his head he wears
The helm of terror
The fearful Aegis
Frosty helmet
He comes from the hoary
Haunts of midnight
The strong are strengthened
When his step approaches
The soft Earth grows firm
In his fierce embraces
The tears she wept
Are turned to diamonds
And her mourning garb
To a mantle of ermine.
’tis not truly said
That when Summer approaches
Winter flees
To the frozen Northland
He broods in the heavens
While humble spring
Leads summer in
Through sunlit meadows
’tis in his hands
The earth turns daily
In his powerful grasp
The poles are twirling
And he leaves
E’en a little moment
Naught of earth
That’s near to heaven.
’tis therefore we see
While summer lingers
The mountains still wear
The Winter’s livery
’tis therefore we see
That summer melts not
Heaven's hoar-frost
From the head of age.
A fiery charger
Through the high heavens
A horse snow-colored?
The mighty steed
From his mane tosses
Frozen flakes
That flutter earthward.
Glowing glitters
His gray armor
On his shoulder there hangs
A shield ice-covered
On his head he wears
The helm of terror
The fearful Aegis
Frosty helmet
He comes from the hoary
Haunts of midnight
The strong are strengthened
When his step approaches
The soft Earth grows firm
In his fierce embraces
The tears she wept
Are turned to diamonds
And her mourning garb
To a mantle of ermine.
’tis not truly said
That when Summer approaches
Winter flees
To the frozen Northland
He broods in the heavens
While humble spring
Leads summer in
Through sunlit meadows
’tis in his hands
The earth turns daily
In his powerful grasp
The poles are twirling
And he leaves
E’en a little moment
Naught of earth
That’s near to heaven.
’tis therefore we see
While summer lingers
The mountains still wear
The Winter’s livery
’tis therefore we see
That summer melts not
Heaven's hoar-frost
From the head of age.
Vic Holman
i don't know how it is i catch your stuff first. lucky i quess. thunder driven beat lightening guitar, snow blind synths, smooth seal skin vocals, ice synth solo. those where some wicked guitar lines! nice! king of the castle.