My sickly soul has retrieved its rest
On this scaffold of bonded death
Me, the hanged one put out of my own anguish
By a cheated death and superstitious men
My corrupted life has found its end
With a noose around my neck
My ailing mind has waned
Thoughts now faded splitting shards of pain
My soul cast away, my body hangs
It is I who lies hated, I who lies slain
Death found me on this glorious day
But peace did not find me or my hate
My feverish body has ceased
No feelings left inside of me
My thoughts burnt aside with a wicked laugh
A struggle with death and ferocious gash
Me, the hanged one upon this platform
Eyes burnt from the sun, everything inside me torn
I in the end who is hung and forlorn
Death did not take me away, but left me alone
Me, the hanged one not yet dead, not yet born
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Full on assault on the subject. I love everything about this album. The use of the Russian propaganda message of the Eastern front in Stalingrad, Massengrab, together with the sound of roaring Stuka's and thunderous bombs portrays the chaos of warfare better than any other black metal band I have heard so far.
Very much a recommended album. Argeodeema
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024
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Outstanding! This is the word to describe not only "Strävan", but Murg, as a proficient, unique swedish duo. Their ability to craft ferocious hymns, unsophisticated but with plenty of variety and melodic settings is truly impressive. This is an album that stayed with me over the years and I am sure I will keep it close for many years to come. And after hearing it hundreds of times, it still gives me the chills. Timeless, greatly atmospheric and catchy, this is, beyond doubt, a masterpiece! Umbra Cornuta