Ελληνικά
Genre: Hellenic Black Metal/Epic
Country: Greece
Label: Van Records
Year: 2015
“He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself”, Friedrich Nietzsche.
You have been fighting for too long against dragons. You have killed hundreds of them. Your sword never dried out from their blood. You were fierce in battle, a killing machine. God of War at War! Respected, and feared. Mighty Ravendark! Ten years have passed now, and you are so far away from home. You have become a dragon yourself, you live up in the mountains…no one can touch you …but, part of you still struggles to remain human. You still remember how it was when you had feelings and emotions…and there are these voices, oh these voices. You hear them at night calling your name. Αlexandre! Alexandre, come home.
As the last battle fades you feel the urge to return home…you miss your family. You climb your mountain down and run towards the shore. Oh, the sea at last! You are on the next ship sailing back to the island of Rhodes where it all begun for you. The sea breeze hits your face and the only thing you think of is reuniting with your beloved ones. The ship slowly approaches the port.
The water is still. No birds fly. Clouds cover the sunlight. The port is silent. Weird. What is happening? A distant bell tolls mournfully. You run straight to home. The streets are empty, all the windows are close, but you feel as if being watched. In every step you make, you sense a pair of eyes staring at you. It doesn’t matter, you are finally home!
Your mother welcomes you crying, you feel blessed! Your little sister has grown so much, you hardly recognize her. “Where is father?”, you ask. You always had a special relationship with your father. After all, he has taught you so many things. What you are today you owe it to him. The laughter stops. They look down and hug you in silence. Tears fill your eyes. You had so many things to tell him, so many things… Helpless as you are, filled with all these emotions, you lock yourself in the studio and write this album. Dedicated from Son to Father.
Πατέρα, από τη στιγμή που έφυγες ακόμα τυραννιέμαι να ξεχάσω…
Να ξεχάσω αυτά που έχασα μα και τούτα που θα χάσω.
Και όταν έρθει η ώρα να κλείσω τα μάτια μου, πάρε με κοντά σου
και σαν τον αετό αγκάλιασε με, με τα σπασμένα τα φτερά σου.
Και με τα λόγια μου αυτά, εάν και αργοπορημένα
θα ήθελα να σου ευχηθώ καλό ταξίδι.
Καλό ταξίδι γέρο μου βασανισμένε…
Καλό ταξίδι γέρο μου αγαπημένε…
This album is beyond critique. It is a gate to the halls of the dead. Αn album that connects the past, the present and the possible future to an alternative path of a parallel past, that would lead to a different present. It is an album that makes you wonder “What if…”. Quorthon would be proud of it!…and not only him.E-P-I-C!
5.5/6
