In frost and fire we have been born,
Fed to the flames,
Cast forth, out to die in the eye of the storm.
By runes inspired, we shall awake,
Selves to reclaim,
Break the chains and arise at the sign of thunder's call.
Where the pious reign, with weapons of fear,
Messianic claims, madness of Lear.
Read your tablets of stone, all shall adhere,
Place yourself on the throne, fall on your spear.
By moon's pale light oaths' we shall take,
Sworn to the blade,
Our doom we shall face at the sign of thunder's call.
supported by 4 fans who also own “At The Sign Of Thunder's Call”
If Elric had a soundtrack it would be this. It's everything you want from a epic metal album. Like a hot poker in the eye, but in a good way. Scott Malthouse
supported by 4 fans who also own “At The Sign Of Thunder's Call”
A bit late to the party, but this is insanely good, how is this not a cult classic?! 100% pure Brocas Helm worship with a hint of melodic black metal thrown in for good measure. I can’t believe this is not Bobbie Wright singing. Mind-blowing songwriting, nice fuzzy old school sound, interesting concept. What a band, honestly, where did this thing come from?! If you have the slightest interest in Brocas Helm, Manilla Road, or Slough Feg, you MUST listen to this. I can’t get enough of this. Wow. theearthaflame