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Of Forsworn Vows

by ÆRA

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1.
Behold a dove with broken wings Delivering a shriveled branch Barren of fruit To the mouths of the starved In dust and dry earth Soiled with the rueful lands They erect temples for their gods Deifying famine and ruin Praise be to hollow prevarications Praise be to oaths broken Thralls enchained by rusted manacles To stale, weightless air For promises sired from Seneh, dying in droves, As flight from this deceased terrene Blindly leaping from the precipice into the chasm of faith— A descent into shallow graves Cursory knowledge vomited by a bastard Impaled upon moldering woods Iconic portrayal in suffering— And by three, suffering thrives Deep rooted into infecund dirt Ternary parasitic vines Dead are their hearts who seek enlightenment in blindness As a dove with broken wings, ensnared in thorns An affirmation of forsworn vows Let the searing dawn commence the rites Exonerate this misbegotten filth Banish the faith that desecrates lost heights Be true to the sword Be true to dignity Be true to the blood Be true to purity
2.
The litany of iron shall be sung by torn skies And written in blood upon omened sands Adorned by graves etched with ancient names— Manifold forbearers of broken hearts Mournful of the lost light When an argent crown from eras past Bore supremacy to brittle thorns; When the white sun pierced through dismal veils To shine on forsworn swords Raised high Again, the days will come When all shrines collapse into dust And arms must be brandished For a never-ending war Rivers run red beneath burning heavens Deafening sound of legions advancing Towards the ashen lands Ancestral rites of war Sparks of iron clashing Courage, pride and glory Without fear of death And as the shrines fall Lands scattered with the wounded and dying The earth beneath remembers The memories of the dead When thrones were won through golden embers Strength and valor before dishonor Rekindled fires Within the spirits of men Ever forward; never flee; Come, glorious death “I know one thing which never dies: the judgment of a dead man's life.” — Hávamál This axiom reminisced In the reawakening of the flame Unmask from darkness, sanguine pride No longer thrall to three upon three The white sun shining Through shattered veils Evoking the names In ancient blood As all creeds fell But one…
3.
An axe age—A sword age— Etchings in bones portend doom Sated on the lifeblood of the ill-fated A wind age—A wolf age— In a vortex of lightning and fire When no man will have mercy on another The celestial stained by crimson gore Feral onslaught erupts on all fronts Kingdoms will be ravaged By strong blows and deep wounds As the wolf within made flesh Reaves haunting scars into the mortal worlds An axe age—A sword age— Funereal pyres burn macabre In cursed twilight A wind age—A wolf age— Black steel and hate consecrated In the pall of rife carnage The wolf’s hoary breath and sharp teeth hunger To feast on the corpses Strewn across the slaughtering fields All banners will be bathed in blood A bestial semblance— The true face of god revealed As the wolf within made flesh Becomes the reflection of every man Cruel maws grip the throat of this coil Quelling the last desperate prayers Peace and pity made dead virtues These are times for war These are times for death These are times for glory These are the end of times The sound of raging battle slowly fading As eternal winter swallows the realms In a haze of ice and fire The outcomes of war The finality of death The ultimate glory At the end of time Earth shall be riven And the over-heaven smoldering All banners drowned by blood As all past icons perish The harbingers of death and renewal Clad in silver flames Divulge the mysteries Of the last runes All secrets ascertained In an axe age—A sword age— A wind age—A wolf age

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Intellectual property of ÆRA, 2017.
All music written by Ulf. All lyrics by Tzel.
Mixing and mastering by Ulf and Tzel, Jan-Feb 2017.

Cover photo by Trygve Austevik, logo by Ulf.

**Remixed and remastered by Ulf in feb, 2019, available in studio quality at 24bit/96k.

Notes from the reissue:

"The new presented sound is a more faithful reflection of what we always envisioned to be our first release.

Our work is a glimpse of the different elements which we grew up with and experienced back in the day of black metal resurgence; it’s a natural extension of our previous and current bands, some of them being active since the 90’s."

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released February 18, 2017

Tzel: Vocals (excerpts from Hávamál—Gestaþáttr 77, Codex Regius and Sorcerer's Screed, Skuggi)
Ulf Kveldulfsson: Music

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ÆRA Drammen, Norway

Created by Ulf in late 2016, as a way to release ideas and sonic landscapes nurtured since the 90's that didn't match the other ongoing bands/projects.

Our motivation is to bring back some of the old ways, thoughts and visions that our ancestors created and experienced, which became our roots.

Æra is:
Stein Akslen: Vocals, lyrics
Ulf Niklas Kveldulfsson: All Instruments
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