NOTE: Not to be confused with a progressive band from the 90s, also from Switzerland.
BAND NAME: Morgarten
GENRE: Symphonic Black/Folk Metal
STATUS: Active
STATUS: Active
LOCATION: Switzerland (Neuchâtel)
Formed in 2005. They have consistently been active since then.
The band name is taken from the Battle of Morgarten, fought in 1315 by Swiss and Habsburg soldiers. The soldiers of Habsburg were greater in number, had more training, and were better equipped, but lost the battle anyway. About this, the band say, "Besides the fact that it sounds good and that it’s part of our national history, we chose this name because it transmits the idea that anybody can take part in the fight and also that it’s not because the fight seems to be lost in advance that it’s not worth fighting it."
The band mostly deals with fantasy themes, like Slechtvalk for example. Although the band is mostly if not entirely Christian people, and they involve these principles in their stories, Morgarten don't consider the music to be outright "unblack", saying that they make music "for everybody".
Contacts:
Booking: desertroseagency [AT] hotmail [DOT] com
Band: morgarten_band [AT] hotmail [DOT] com
Band: morgarten_band [AT] hotmail [DOT] com
Lineup:
Pierric - Vocals (lead), Guitars
Ilann - Guitars, Vocals (backing)
Cédric - Bass, Vocals (backing)
Maël - Keyboards
Joël - Drums
Cédric - Bass, Vocals (backing)
Maël - Keyboards
Joël - Drums
Past members:
Phasma - Bass
Apou - Drums
Links:
Risen to Fight (album)
22 March, 2015, Independent, Bandcamp
(???) March, 2015, Independent, CD, Digipak
1) Beyond the Mist
3:13, lyrics unknown
2) Called to the War
4:22, lyrics:
In remote lands of the north lived a man called Chamma. He lived in the rebel lands and only he had kept the promise of fidelity and allegiance made to his King.
In the past these lands rebelled advocating freedom, but a reign of hatred and fear was established. The rebel hordes were travelling through the lands, spreading chaos and desolation. Their chiefs convinced the people that all these tragedies were due to the King. Lots of men turned away from him to join enemies’ forces.
Chamma had all learned from his grandfather who bequeathed him a sacred book before dying. This book contained wise words and the ancient times’ prophecies.
One night Chamma’s spirit was transported on the top of a mountain. In front of him stretched a huge plain covered by cadavers, where was taking place a battle of unprecedented violence. In the distance, an army was walking towards the battlefield.
At his head, knights riding white horses were carrying the royal banner.
Chamma woke up with the conviction that at the next moon he would have to be in the clearing of a grim forest. He prepared supplies and weapons to leave at dawn.
3:13, lyrics unknown
2) Called to the War
4:22, lyrics:
In remote lands of the north lived a man called Chamma. He lived in the rebel lands and only he had kept the promise of fidelity and allegiance made to his King.
In the past these lands rebelled advocating freedom, but a reign of hatred and fear was established. The rebel hordes were travelling through the lands, spreading chaos and desolation. Their chiefs convinced the people that all these tragedies were due to the King. Lots of men turned away from him to join enemies’ forces.
Chamma had all learned from his grandfather who bequeathed him a sacred book before dying. This book contained wise words and the ancient times’ prophecies.
One night Chamma’s spirit was transported on the top of a mountain. In front of him stretched a huge plain covered by cadavers, where was taking place a battle of unprecedented violence. In the distance, an army was walking towards the battlefield.
At his head, knights riding white horses were carrying the royal banner.
Chamma woke up with the conviction that at the next moon he would have to be in the clearing of a grim forest. He prepared supplies and weapons to leave at dawn.
3) Path in the Darkness
5:48, lyrics:
The dawn rose on the northern plains. Chamma had waited for this moment for very long hours. He said goodbye to his wife and his children, took his weapons and left for the grim forest, at the boundary of the great Realm.
Chamma went through the snowy valleys and the frozen rivers and arrived on the great plain, beyond the mountains. More the hours passed, more the tiredness was felt. He was tempted many times to stop for rest in the villages he was going through, but the Spirit of his King was restoring his strength and courage, enabling him to continue his way.
Chamma walked for long hours and when the sun dipped behind the mountains, he arrived at the edge of the forest. In front of him stood huge oaks, where branches let the first rays of the moon pass through. Between the trees, a path, through which not much travelers dared to venture, sank in the darkness.
Chamma stopped in front of the impressing forest and listened to the wind whistling through the branches. He closed his eyes and perceived some distant owl hoots. Suddenly, a screech rose from the depths of the forest, followed by wolves cries. Chamma was overwhelmed by fear and totally lost heart. The atmosphere became so oppressive, that he fell on his knees, but, as he was wondering what was this malefic power and whether he really had to be there, he remembered his grandfather’s advice. An incredible peace flooded him, which enabled him to draw out his sword and to enter in the darkness of the forest.
The wolves' cries had ceased for a moment and Chamma was going deeper and deeper into the forest. Suddenly a shadow drew his attention. He stopped and saw wolves’ outlines prowling behind the trees. He grabbed his sword and ran at them yelling and tore them to pieces with his blade. He felt that he wasn’t fighting alone anymore.
After some hours of walk, he saw a fire in the distance. The oppressive atmosphere vanished slowly as he was approaching it. He entered in a clearing floodlit by the fire which was burning in its centre. Around the fire were sitting warriors and more were arriving.
4) Wind from the Forest
4:27, lyrics:
All the warriors were meeting around the fire, none of them knew why.
Suddenly an old man came in the clearing. At this moment a powerful wind blew. He walked to a rock overhanging the place. The fire’s light enabled Chamma to recognize him he had two more generations than him. His body didn’t allow him to fight anymore, but his spirit stayed valiant. In the past Chamma’s grandfather talked about this man, naming him the prophet.
He lifted his large stick and silence reigned. Then, he started to talk in these terms: - You are here to fight in a war that’s lasting from the dawn of the world! A war in which the stake is more important than the one of any other war. This war isn’t physical, but spiritual. You’ll have to lift up your sword in front of the enemies' hordes. Receive this power from you King and obey him in the fight.
The prophet lifted his arms and talked in an unknown language. The warriors were filled up until their spirit separated from their body of flesh to fight in the invisible world.
5) Ancestral War
6:41, lyrics:
The war took place in a gigantic plain surrounded by mountains; a freezing wind swept the battle field covered by snow, covering bit by bit the dead bodies that were lying on the ground. Apparently countless generations had fought in this place.The war cries and the screams that resounded against the mountains flanks was a sign of a confrontation of an incomparable violence. The two armies that were spread to loss of eye were fighting on the plain infested with dead bodies.
A few valleys were emerging on the fighting place, from where new fighters came in big number. Chamma, who took the head of hundreds of men, was coming down of one of these valleys. While emerging on the plain, he blew the horn and ran against the enemy in a war cry. Simultaneously, other horns blew and thousands were running down of all valley. Chamma and his horde of warrior ran towards the center of the fight, sank in the battle and sliced through the flesh.
The enemy's dreadful cries
A few valleys were emerging on the fighting place, from where new fighters came in big number. Chamma, who took the head of hundreds of men, was coming down of one of these valleys. While emerging on the plain, he blew the horn and ran against the enemy in a war cry. Simultaneously, other horns blew and thousands were running down of all valley. Chamma and his horde of warrior ran towards the center of the fight, sank in the battle and sliced through the flesh.
The enemy's dreadful cries
The warriors moans
Blades knocking
Shields breaking
Arrows gushing out
Bones are crushed
Flesh cut out
And blood splashed, transforming the white snow into a bright red.
Blood of human and unhuman creatures of a fearsome power was leaking on his sword and arms. Cold and tiredness didn't affect Chamma who entirely gave himself to the power given by his King. The power that lived in him gave him the strength to hold his weapon bravely and to continue the mission that was given to him.
Blood of human and unhuman creatures of a fearsome power was leaking on his sword and arms. Cold and tiredness didn't affect Chamma who entirely gave himself to the power given by his King. The power that lived in him gave him the strength to hold his weapon bravely and to continue the mission that was given to him.
6) The Lost Hordes
6:53, lyrics:
The war was far from ending and the fight was still as fierce as when Chamma came. Chamma had led to good the mission that was intended to him and without failing until the end he was invited to go in the residence of his King. This King kept a place for those who fought for his reign.
On the path that led at the King’s residence, he met a group of warriors that was going to the same place. One of them told him how a group of men lost their lives because they wanted to fight for their own glory. These brave warriors were fighting with great power and destroyed the enemy in big numbers. One day they realized the power that they had and that it was easy for them to fight. From then on they decided to fight for their own glory.
Every victory left a bit more place to pride that was eating them more and more, until the day they totally abandoned their King and there their power left them. When they realized, it was too late to return back. They fell one after the other in the battle, and died in dreadful pain.
After a long travel they arrived in the royal city were they were welcomed by the sound of trumpets.
6:53, lyrics:
The war was far from ending and the fight was still as fierce as when Chamma came. Chamma had led to good the mission that was intended to him and without failing until the end he was invited to go in the residence of his King. This King kept a place for those who fought for his reign.
On the path that led at the King’s residence, he met a group of warriors that was going to the same place. One of them told him how a group of men lost their lives because they wanted to fight for their own glory. These brave warriors were fighting with great power and destroyed the enemy in big numbers. One day they realized the power that they had and that it was easy for them to fight. From then on they decided to fight for their own glory.
Every victory left a bit more place to pride that was eating them more and more, until the day they totally abandoned their King and there their power left them. When they realized, it was too late to return back. They fell one after the other in the battle, and died in dreadful pain.
After a long travel they arrived in the royal city were they were welcomed by the sound of trumpets.
7) The Final Attack
4:44, lyrics:
The first rays of sunlight woke Chamma up. While getting up, he heard a horn resound and soon after, a sound of galloping horses. He went to his window and saw white knights pouring along the streets in the direction of the royal city’s main door.
At the knight’s hand was fluttering the King’s banner. The final fight’s hour had at last come. Chamma went to the door with the rest of the population to cheer these valiant warriors who were scarifying their life for their King. The final attack would be given and Chamma knew that victory was close. The ancient prophecies were being at last fulfilled.
No pity would be given to the King’s enemies. Most will die during the fight and the captives will be thrown in the flames, because that is the sentence for traitors.
8) Revelations of the Graveyard
6:09, lyrics:
-My son, get ready, I have something important to show you. On the way, I explained to him where we were going, as my grandfather did with me many years ago.
-It is time for you to see where our ancestors are buried and I have to explain to you the beliefs of our family. With the light of my torch, I found again, step by step, the thin path my grandfather had showed me. We went through a vast meadow and came along a forest, where the family graveyard was. I could see myself with my grandfather, entering the same graveyard, lighting a fire in the same seat and on my son’s face, the same amazement as on mine at the time.
-Do you remember the stories we told you when you were younger? These are not just simple legends, but they are true. In this world exists invisible powers, but if one day you have to fight them, don’t go without the escort of your King. That King that we’ve talked about so often with you, our family has taken the oath of allegiance for many years and you have from now on the choice to follow him or not. If you walk beside him, his peace will reside in you and you will have to communicate it to this world eaten away by hatred, despair and pain.
More than anything, don’t forget that our King will always be faithful, that he and his army will support you and protect you.
-It is time for you to see where our ancestors are buried and I have to explain to you the beliefs of our family. With the light of my torch, I found again, step by step, the thin path my grandfather had showed me. We went through a vast meadow and came along a forest, where the family graveyard was. I could see myself with my grandfather, entering the same graveyard, lighting a fire in the same seat and on my son’s face, the same amazement as on mine at the time.
-Do you remember the stories we told you when you were younger? These are not just simple legends, but they are true. In this world exists invisible powers, but if one day you have to fight them, don’t go without the escort of your King. That King that we’ve talked about so often with you, our family has taken the oath of allegiance for many years and you have from now on the choice to follow him or not. If you walk beside him, his peace will reside in you and you will have to communicate it to this world eaten away by hatred, despair and pain.
More than anything, don’t forget that our King will always be faithful, that he and his army will support you and protect you.
To Victory (single, 26 March, 2021, Inner Wound Recordings)
Format: Digital
Spotify / Apple / etc (OFFICIAL)
Format: Digital
Spotify / Apple / etc (OFFICIAL)
Tales of My Lands (single, 23 April, 2021, Inner Wound Recordings)
Format: Digital
Spotify / Apple / etc (OFFICIAL)
Format: Digital
Spotify / Apple / etc (OFFICIAL)
1) Tales of My Lands
6:28, see below for lyrics
6:28, see below for lyrics
The Last Breath (single, 21 May, 2021, Inner Wound Recordings)
Format: Digital
Spotify / Apple / etc (OFFICIAL)
1) The Last Breath
6:19, see below for lyrics
Format: Digital
Spotify / Apple / etc (OFFICIAL)
1) The Last Breath
6:19, see below for lyrics
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VINYL VERSION
Cry of the Lost (album, 18 June, 2021, Inner Wound Recordings)
Formats: CD / 2 Vinyls / Digital
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Buy the vinyls (OFFICIAL)
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The CD is a digipak and is not a limited edition.
The vinyl version has alternate artwork as noted above. It's 2 vinyls. The first (sides A+B) is brown/black marble colored, and the second (sides C+D) is white/black marble colored. This version is limited to 300 copies.
On the vinyl version, tracks 1-4 are on Side A. Tracks 5-7 are on Side B. Tracks 8-10 are on Side C. Tracks 11-12 are on Side D.
Formats: CD / 2 Vinyls / Digital
Buy the CD (OFFICIAL)
Buy the vinyls (OFFICIAL)
Stream / Download (OFFICIAL)
The CD is a digipak and is not a limited edition.
The vinyl version has alternate artwork as noted above. It's 2 vinyls. The first (sides A+B) is brown/black marble colored, and the second (sides C+D) is white/black marble colored. This version is limited to 300 copies.
On the vinyl version, tracks 1-4 are on Side A. Tracks 5-7 are on Side B. Tracks 8-10 are on Side C. Tracks 11-12 are on Side D.
1) Frères d'armes
1:12, lyrics:
[talking and laughter, sound effects]
Levons nos verres comme demain nos épées
Levons nos verres comme demain nos épées
Frappons nos chopes comme demain les tambours
Buvons à la victoire que nous remporterons
Et à nos femmes que nous retrouverons
Car demain nous nous battrons,
car demain nous vaincrons!
Que nos faits d'armes à jamais soient chantés
à la gloire du Roi qui nous evoie!
2) To Victory
4:36, lyrics:
To meet our destiny, we travelled the world, under the King's banner, we are one!
In the tavern, let's rejoice, but to our fight, our spirit will always be bound!
We have trained so hard, we have fought and won many victories
Tomorrow is the day we've been expecting for so long,
the one where our destiny may be sealed
Let's raise our glasses as we will our swords tomorrow
Let's tap our tankards like we will tomorrow's drums
Let's drink to the victory we'll win
and to our wives we'll embrace again
For tomorrow we will fight, tomorrow we will vanquish
so that our deeds of arms may be sung forever
to the glory of our King who sent us!
Will we really see our land again?
Its hills and rivers, its forests and lakes,
all our loved ones we left behind.
For the same fate awaits every man
and tomorrow many warriors will meet their Creator.
May love for our country bring pride instead of longing.
We were born and raised to fight
If we want to save our lives, we will lose them
but we are ready to die, thus we will live!
Whatever happens, tomorrow the sun will set
on these plains, littered with dead people.
Because until the end our swords will ring,
thenceforth at the tavern this song will be sung again.
Let's raise our glasses as we will our swords tomorrow
Let's tap our tankards like we will tomorrow's drums
Let's drink to the victory we'll win
and to our wives we'll embrace again
For tomorrow we will fight, tomorrow we will vanquish
so that our deeds of arms may be sung forever
to the glory of our King who sent us!
3) Tales of My Lands
6:28, lyrics:
I have been travelling for two days, carried by the bard's words,
singing the beauty of our landscapes and the myths related to them.
I feel rooted in these lands that have seen me grow up,
vibrating with these men I call brothers,
dancing with the daughters of the village.
But underneath the surface is an old echo that calls
Buried dreams, which in a crash reappear.
Now that the bard is singing of brave warriors,
I have a feeling that these lands, once so vast,
have become too small for me.
I yearn for my name to be sung in the vigils, too
How are the sights beyond the mountains?
How would it be to ride across the great plains?
How would it feel to be seated at a table with kings?
They told me that my dream was too big for me,
I buried it deep down to keep that void quiet.
Today, my ramparts are shattered,
swept away by this cry,
which has become too powerful.
I will be a warrior, I will travel the earth,
for my destiny to be fulfilled
and my tale to be counted by bards.
4) First Blood
4:38, lyrics:
Motionless for an hour, images besiege my mind.
Roads travelled, trials endured, sacrifices offered...
The pressure of the past allied to the stakes of the present
My body submits to the strains of my mind.
I see my hands quivering as I wait for the onslaught.
I've wanted this day for months,
being able to prove to the horde that I'm worthy,
to reveal to the world the scope of my destiny.
My excitement intertwines with my nerves,
I feel the hour drawing close! Our war cry shatters the silence,
as the first rays of the sun rip through the gloom.
We charge our enemy and reach him before he's set in battle order.
The racket is deafening!
I shove back a spear, his bearer exposes his flank to me.
So much awaited, so much dreaded, this is the time for my first slaying!
Born to be a warrior, I enter into my destiny
as my sword runs through this man
until the guard stops it's course.
I feel the heat of his blood on my hands,
his final breath against my neck,
the scraping of my blade against bones,
the stinging stench of flesh and guts.
I am stricken by this utter violence,
my lungs are burning and
my heart is bursting.
I release him and watch him fade away.
Arrows flying, swords clashing.
The assault of an enemy forces
me back to reality.
I fight till victory.
My maiden slaying
could have been my last.
There the true warrior is unveiled.
5) Sons of Darkness
5:40, lyrics:
We are mercenaries. We are brothers in arms.
We are the hidden power. We are sons of darkness.
Let us raise our blades for victory, power and glory.
I feel the power filling my being
as I roam these lands with a sword in my fist
to fulfill the missions entrusted to us.
Carrying glory and riches above the lives we take away
My first killing was difficult,
but since then, my eyes have gotten used to seeing men fall,
as we adapt when the light gives way to the night.
Impressive how a man is able to love the worst
when death carries the scent of his glory.
Burning, stealing, killing, destroying,
I feel powerful, but something is still missing.
How will the story of my name be told?
What will make young people dreamers and elders nostalgic?
Today my fight is not for a cause,
except for my journey on the path to my destiny.
Maybe that's why these deaths sometimes leave a bitter taste.
In the evening by the fire, I see them dancing in the flames,
screaming for justice!
I took their wealth and their lives,
in return, they try to take the joy out of my victories.
Sung by the bards, glorious are the destinies
and sweet are the spoils.
Isn't my heart still not hard enough?
Or have I compromised too much?
There's no place for weakness, my quest is all that matters!
But this feeling intrigues and draws me.
Something concealed, that seems precious.
A call for life
6) Oath of Allegiance
5:33, lyrics:
To meet the king, to share my story with him, determine my value by all my high facts.
When his eyes settled on me, when I heard the sound of his voice, I was overwhelmed by a sense of confidence and excitement.
I never imagined a king could be so welcoming,
as if he had waited for us to come for years.
Oh the lightness of his presence! I felt like I belonged.
What a disenchantment when he rejected my services! How is it possible that my experience of combat or my achievements were not enough to get me enrolled? Can we win a war by casting merit aside in the interest of values?
His confidence was indicative of inestimable strength or mad blindness! I went in convinced I would achieve an important milestone today, I would come out humiliated, disenchanted and disheartened.
Unexpected and unforeseen! I came to write the tale of my name, but I discover that it has already made a mark on glorious epics. It's so easy to forget the facts and wisdom of the elders. I take up the writing of the tale from where my forefather left it.
To meet the king, who lets me know my tale.
My value is set before any high fact is achieved.
7) Peaceful Soul of the Dying
5:37, lyrics:
A gentle breeze sways the meadow
and brings to me the scents of the forest,
as the song of the stream soothes my soul
Dressed as a warrior, but feeling like a child,
your gaze intrigued me and invited me.
My thirst for glory pierced you
and I was transported
In the distance rise towering mountains,
the valley is bounded by steep cliffs.
My breath is taken away in the face of this splendour.
The wind is blowing through my hair,
the mountains seem to fill me with strength,
the sun wraps me in its warmth.
I breathe again as if this fresh air was flowing through me.
I fall to my knees, peaceful, light, alive.
What's this place in which I find myself?
I feel like I've been through this scene before,
that my eyes have already contemplated this landscape
and that my soul has already been drenched in this breath of life before.
Here I feel whole, in my place.
You closed your eyes and I came back to reality.
The weight of your body weighed increasingly on my spear.
as did the violence that was bathing me again.
Will I ever feel that peace again?
8) Die or Fight
4:19, lyrics:
Every blow of my sword,
any ground won
is one more step towards my destiny.
Watch me fulfill my art!
Hear the story turn into a legend!
I have come so far for this day,
to be able to grasp my destiny!
Behind me the enemies' bodies are piling up,
I exhort the men following me
but as much as this glance should have spurred them on
as much it may have turned out to be a blunder.
Faith, Doubt, Choice!
Life, Death, Fight!
My eyes settle on this body and everything slows down again
I still don't understand his sacrifice, doubt arises in my heart.
What if future generations remember him and not me?
His madness begins to enthrall me
My quest seems futile, my deeds, my accomplishments escape me.
But I feel that something mighty is within grasp of hand
I've to untangle this mystery, find my path in this living.
I've slighted death for too long, I now fight by confronting it. May my arm be firm,
because tenuous is the boundary between forgetting and remembering a man
Long is my journey and dead, I won't be able to roam it
9) Backed to a Flayed Tree
4:33, lyrics:
I'm sinking into this ancestral forest,
as I drift into the depths of my soul.
Wandering between towering trees,
thousand-year-old witnesses crooked and flayed, as is my being.
But if they will be there for many generations,
what about my life?
A glorious landmark or fading smoke?
So easy would have been the path to prosperity!
I chose the one leading towards renown,
a steep path strewn with obstacles.
I chased my destiny, but still it escapes me.
I stop for a moment, leaning against one of these trees
I look back and forward
as always, these doubts assail me.
Am I running away from my past or running towards my future?
Did I make the right choice?
I thought that I was the center of my destiny
but I realise fiercely today that this is not true
Drawn by what seems to be the center of the world, the completion of everything.
Someone is standing there, the one who assembles all.
It is not me.
Does this place after which my heart yearns really exist?
What folly to comply with an invitation conveyed by the gaze
of the one who was about to die!
This strength is in me, this tingle that attracts me,
the same as the one fanned by the bard.
At that time, everything was in sight,
today, I leave everything behind
and I don't know who or what I'll find
I'm excited and terrified.
10) Dawning of the Reborn
5:40, lyrics:
I feel small, staring at the sheer magnitude of the landscape before me.
The soils my feet have walked upon these past few months
have filled my soul more than all my warrior life.
The great sea, the woods, the mountains,
and today this snow-covered valley
Can a man like me behold such beauty, such purity?
I'm almost ashamed of it, as if I was blemishing this perfection.
Drink my eyes, drink my soul!
Tomorrow you may no longer see or feel
and this day could be the most profound day of your life!
All doubts and fears vanish as I cross the threshold.
Vigor and joy fill me, as this deep feeling overwhelms me
that the purpose of my quest is finally within my grasp.
May this light and fresh wind
transport my soul along the valley
to the steep cliffs and raise it to the snowy summits,
to the snowy summits
I feel stronger, stronger than ever
in this moment when everything is being achieved.
May this light and fresh wind
transport my soul along the valley, to the steep cliffs
and raise it to the snowy summits,
beyond which all will make sense
11) The Last Breath
6:19, lyrics:
Roaming the snow-covered plains, the craving soul longs after its life
When every sense of existence is swept away by a howling wind,
it's time to face one's true destiny.
Where am I?!
My legs are failing, my designs are crushed!
The foundation on which I built my life,
my certainties, my securities,
everything escapes and dissolves,
like snow blown away by a winter storm.
For a few days now I wander these deserted spaces,
looking for the one I believed I was,
but the more I look into myself
the more I find myself faced with a staggering void
I want to enumerate everything I am able to do
all the knowledge I stored,
but my voice is just a gasp.
The snow has concealed the traces of my feet
Lost in the middle of a blizzard
An empty shell cries its bewilderment
Nobody seems to pay attention to its desperation.
He falls, with empty eyes and cheeks drenched in tears.
I feel the cold snow on my face,
the only sign of my existence.
What disillusion to realise,
that so many years have passed,
building an altar of invisible rocks.
I held on tight onto a world that I defined myself.
My life moved forward in my head
but today, I see that I am nothing.
12) Meeting the Almighty
7:39, lyrics:
I am sitting here in the raging wind,
marveling at the beauty of the lightning tearing the sky.
The trace left behind for just a moment in my gaze.
The thunder makes me lose my voice,
my bowels shudder from the deep rumbling.
What and exhibition of power!
Who am I in the face of this vastness?
Pilgriming through this world,
I can only bow my head to this perfection,
the imposing weight of the mountains takes my breath away
The purity and peace of the field of snow
reveal the other side, where my soul dwells.
Waves shattering forcefully against the rocks,
the wind howling and roaring,
the terrifying bear, the lightning-quick eagle, the powerful stalling.
What is this force attracting my soul?
Only yesterday I felt strong and mighty.
I mastered a new step leading toward power.
I thought that I would soon attain the pinnacle
but today, my plans are dismissed.
My being, still arrogant yesterday,
is satisfied today by the vastness around me.
Pilgriming through this world,
I can only bow my head to this perfection,
the imposing weight of the mountains takes my breath away
The purity and peace of the field of snow
reveal the other side, where my soul dwells.
The thirst of absoluteness is newly awakened.
The consciousness of infinity is back.
Is there someone, something behind this magnitude?
I want to become one with this absoluteness,
feeling the thunder resonate in me.
May all the darkness in my life be swept away by this howling wind
1:12, lyrics:
[talking and laughter, sound effects]
Levons nos verres comme demain nos épées
Levons nos verres comme demain nos épées
Frappons nos chopes comme demain les tambours
Buvons à la victoire que nous remporterons
Et à nos femmes que nous retrouverons
Car demain nous nous battrons,
car demain nous vaincrons!
Que nos faits d'armes à jamais soient chantés
à la gloire du Roi qui nous evoie!
2) To Victory
4:36, lyrics:
To meet our destiny, we travelled the world, under the King's banner, we are one!
In the tavern, let's rejoice, but to our fight, our spirit will always be bound!
We have trained so hard, we have fought and won many victories
Tomorrow is the day we've been expecting for so long,
the one where our destiny may be sealed
Let's raise our glasses as we will our swords tomorrow
Let's tap our tankards like we will tomorrow's drums
Let's drink to the victory we'll win
and to our wives we'll embrace again
For tomorrow we will fight, tomorrow we will vanquish
so that our deeds of arms may be sung forever
to the glory of our King who sent us!
Will we really see our land again?
Its hills and rivers, its forests and lakes,
all our loved ones we left behind.
For the same fate awaits every man
and tomorrow many warriors will meet their Creator.
May love for our country bring pride instead of longing.
We were born and raised to fight
If we want to save our lives, we will lose them
but we are ready to die, thus we will live!
Whatever happens, tomorrow the sun will set
on these plains, littered with dead people.
Because until the end our swords will ring,
thenceforth at the tavern this song will be sung again.
Let's raise our glasses as we will our swords tomorrow
Let's tap our tankards like we will tomorrow's drums
Let's drink to the victory we'll win
and to our wives we'll embrace again
For tomorrow we will fight, tomorrow we will vanquish
so that our deeds of arms may be sung forever
to the glory of our King who sent us!
3) Tales of My Lands
6:28, lyrics:
I have been travelling for two days, carried by the bard's words,
singing the beauty of our landscapes and the myths related to them.
I feel rooted in these lands that have seen me grow up,
vibrating with these men I call brothers,
dancing with the daughters of the village.
But underneath the surface is an old echo that calls
Buried dreams, which in a crash reappear.
Now that the bard is singing of brave warriors,
I have a feeling that these lands, once so vast,
have become too small for me.
I yearn for my name to be sung in the vigils, too
How are the sights beyond the mountains?
How would it be to ride across the great plains?
How would it feel to be seated at a table with kings?
They told me that my dream was too big for me,
I buried it deep down to keep that void quiet.
Today, my ramparts are shattered,
swept away by this cry,
which has become too powerful.
I will be a warrior, I will travel the earth,
for my destiny to be fulfilled
and my tale to be counted by bards.
4) First Blood
4:38, lyrics:
Motionless for an hour, images besiege my mind.
Roads travelled, trials endured, sacrifices offered...
The pressure of the past allied to the stakes of the present
My body submits to the strains of my mind.
I see my hands quivering as I wait for the onslaught.
I've wanted this day for months,
being able to prove to the horde that I'm worthy,
to reveal to the world the scope of my destiny.
My excitement intertwines with my nerves,
I feel the hour drawing close! Our war cry shatters the silence,
as the first rays of the sun rip through the gloom.
We charge our enemy and reach him before he's set in battle order.
The racket is deafening!
I shove back a spear, his bearer exposes his flank to me.
So much awaited, so much dreaded, this is the time for my first slaying!
Born to be a warrior, I enter into my destiny
as my sword runs through this man
until the guard stops it's course.
I feel the heat of his blood on my hands,
his final breath against my neck,
the scraping of my blade against bones,
the stinging stench of flesh and guts.
I am stricken by this utter violence,
my lungs are burning and
my heart is bursting.
I release him and watch him fade away.
Arrows flying, swords clashing.
The assault of an enemy forces
me back to reality.
I fight till victory.
My maiden slaying
could have been my last.
There the true warrior is unveiled.
5) Sons of Darkness
5:40, lyrics:
We are mercenaries. We are brothers in arms.
We are the hidden power. We are sons of darkness.
Let us raise our blades for victory, power and glory.
I feel the power filling my being
as I roam these lands with a sword in my fist
to fulfill the missions entrusted to us.
Carrying glory and riches above the lives we take away
My first killing was difficult,
but since then, my eyes have gotten used to seeing men fall,
as we adapt when the light gives way to the night.
Impressive how a man is able to love the worst
when death carries the scent of his glory.
Burning, stealing, killing, destroying,
I feel powerful, but something is still missing.
How will the story of my name be told?
What will make young people dreamers and elders nostalgic?
Today my fight is not for a cause,
except for my journey on the path to my destiny.
Maybe that's why these deaths sometimes leave a bitter taste.
In the evening by the fire, I see them dancing in the flames,
screaming for justice!
I took their wealth and their lives,
in return, they try to take the joy out of my victories.
Sung by the bards, glorious are the destinies
and sweet are the spoils.
Isn't my heart still not hard enough?
Or have I compromised too much?
There's no place for weakness, my quest is all that matters!
But this feeling intrigues and draws me.
Something concealed, that seems precious.
A call for life
6) Oath of Allegiance
5:33, lyrics:
To meet the king, to share my story with him, determine my value by all my high facts.
When his eyes settled on me, when I heard the sound of his voice, I was overwhelmed by a sense of confidence and excitement.
I never imagined a king could be so welcoming,
as if he had waited for us to come for years.
Oh the lightness of his presence! I felt like I belonged.
What a disenchantment when he rejected my services! How is it possible that my experience of combat or my achievements were not enough to get me enrolled? Can we win a war by casting merit aside in the interest of values?
His confidence was indicative of inestimable strength or mad blindness! I went in convinced I would achieve an important milestone today, I would come out humiliated, disenchanted and disheartened.
Unexpected and unforeseen! I came to write the tale of my name, but I discover that it has already made a mark on glorious epics. It's so easy to forget the facts and wisdom of the elders. I take up the writing of the tale from where my forefather left it.
To meet the king, who lets me know my tale.
My value is set before any high fact is achieved.
7) Peaceful Soul of the Dying
5:37, lyrics:
A gentle breeze sways the meadow
and brings to me the scents of the forest,
as the song of the stream soothes my soul
Dressed as a warrior, but feeling like a child,
your gaze intrigued me and invited me.
My thirst for glory pierced you
and I was transported
In the distance rise towering mountains,
the valley is bounded by steep cliffs.
My breath is taken away in the face of this splendour.
The wind is blowing through my hair,
the mountains seem to fill me with strength,
the sun wraps me in its warmth.
I breathe again as if this fresh air was flowing through me.
I fall to my knees, peaceful, light, alive.
What's this place in which I find myself?
I feel like I've been through this scene before,
that my eyes have already contemplated this landscape
and that my soul has already been drenched in this breath of life before.
Here I feel whole, in my place.
You closed your eyes and I came back to reality.
The weight of your body weighed increasingly on my spear.
as did the violence that was bathing me again.
Will I ever feel that peace again?
8) Die or Fight
4:19, lyrics:
Every blow of my sword,
any ground won
is one more step towards my destiny.
Watch me fulfill my art!
Hear the story turn into a legend!
I have come so far for this day,
to be able to grasp my destiny!
Behind me the enemies' bodies are piling up,
I exhort the men following me
but as much as this glance should have spurred them on
as much it may have turned out to be a blunder.
Faith, Doubt, Choice!
Life, Death, Fight!
My eyes settle on this body and everything slows down again
I still don't understand his sacrifice, doubt arises in my heart.
What if future generations remember him and not me?
His madness begins to enthrall me
My quest seems futile, my deeds, my accomplishments escape me.
But I feel that something mighty is within grasp of hand
I've to untangle this mystery, find my path in this living.
I've slighted death for too long, I now fight by confronting it. May my arm be firm,
because tenuous is the boundary between forgetting and remembering a man
Long is my journey and dead, I won't be able to roam it
9) Backed to a Flayed Tree
4:33, lyrics:
I'm sinking into this ancestral forest,
as I drift into the depths of my soul.
Wandering between towering trees,
thousand-year-old witnesses crooked and flayed, as is my being.
But if they will be there for many generations,
what about my life?
A glorious landmark or fading smoke?
So easy would have been the path to prosperity!
I chose the one leading towards renown,
a steep path strewn with obstacles.
I chased my destiny, but still it escapes me.
I stop for a moment, leaning against one of these trees
I look back and forward
as always, these doubts assail me.
Am I running away from my past or running towards my future?
Did I make the right choice?
I thought that I was the center of my destiny
but I realise fiercely today that this is not true
Drawn by what seems to be the center of the world, the completion of everything.
Someone is standing there, the one who assembles all.
It is not me.
Does this place after which my heart yearns really exist?
What folly to comply with an invitation conveyed by the gaze
of the one who was about to die!
This strength is in me, this tingle that attracts me,
the same as the one fanned by the bard.
At that time, everything was in sight,
today, I leave everything behind
and I don't know who or what I'll find
I'm excited and terrified.
10) Dawning of the Reborn
5:40, lyrics:
I feel small, staring at the sheer magnitude of the landscape before me.
The soils my feet have walked upon these past few months
have filled my soul more than all my warrior life.
The great sea, the woods, the mountains,
and today this snow-covered valley
Can a man like me behold such beauty, such purity?
I'm almost ashamed of it, as if I was blemishing this perfection.
Drink my eyes, drink my soul!
Tomorrow you may no longer see or feel
and this day could be the most profound day of your life!
All doubts and fears vanish as I cross the threshold.
Vigor and joy fill me, as this deep feeling overwhelms me
that the purpose of my quest is finally within my grasp.
May this light and fresh wind
transport my soul along the valley
to the steep cliffs and raise it to the snowy summits,
to the snowy summits
I feel stronger, stronger than ever
in this moment when everything is being achieved.
May this light and fresh wind
transport my soul along the valley, to the steep cliffs
and raise it to the snowy summits,
beyond which all will make sense
11) The Last Breath
6:19, lyrics:
Roaming the snow-covered plains, the craving soul longs after its life
When every sense of existence is swept away by a howling wind,
it's time to face one's true destiny.
Where am I?!
My legs are failing, my designs are crushed!
The foundation on which I built my life,
my certainties, my securities,
everything escapes and dissolves,
like snow blown away by a winter storm.
For a few days now I wander these deserted spaces,
looking for the one I believed I was,
but the more I look into myself
the more I find myself faced with a staggering void
I want to enumerate everything I am able to do
all the knowledge I stored,
but my voice is just a gasp.
The snow has concealed the traces of my feet
Lost in the middle of a blizzard
An empty shell cries its bewilderment
Nobody seems to pay attention to its desperation.
He falls, with empty eyes and cheeks drenched in tears.
I feel the cold snow on my face,
the only sign of my existence.
What disillusion to realise,
that so many years have passed,
building an altar of invisible rocks.
I held on tight onto a world that I defined myself.
My life moved forward in my head
but today, I see that I am nothing.
12) Meeting the Almighty
7:39, lyrics:
I am sitting here in the raging wind,
marveling at the beauty of the lightning tearing the sky.
The trace left behind for just a moment in my gaze.
The thunder makes me lose my voice,
my bowels shudder from the deep rumbling.
What and exhibition of power!
Who am I in the face of this vastness?
Pilgriming through this world,
I can only bow my head to this perfection,
the imposing weight of the mountains takes my breath away
The purity and peace of the field of snow
reveal the other side, where my soul dwells.
Waves shattering forcefully against the rocks,
the wind howling and roaring,
the terrifying bear, the lightning-quick eagle, the powerful stalling.
What is this force attracting my soul?
Only yesterday I felt strong and mighty.
I mastered a new step leading toward power.
I thought that I would soon attain the pinnacle
but today, my plans are dismissed.
My being, still arrogant yesterday,
is satisfied today by the vastness around me.
Pilgriming through this world,
I can only bow my head to this perfection,
the imposing weight of the mountains takes my breath away
The purity and peace of the field of snow
reveal the other side, where my soul dwells.
The thirst of absoluteness is newly awakened.
The consciousness of infinity is back.
Is there someone, something behind this magnitude?
I want to become one with this absoluteness,
feeling the thunder resonate in me.
May all the darkness in my life be swept away by this howling wind
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2) Morgarten - Tales of My Lands
6:28, see above for lyrics
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