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Rebellion
« Sagas of Iceland »
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1 | In Memorandum Lindisfarnae 01:45 instrumental
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| 2 | Ynglinga Saga (To Odin We Call) 07:12
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| 3 | The Sons of the Dragon Slayer (Blood Eagle) 04:21
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| 4 | Ragnhild's Dream 04:33
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| 5 | Harald Harfager 06:36
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| 6 | Eric the Red 05:57
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| 7 | Freedom (The Saga of Gang Hrolf) 04:48
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| 8 | Treason 05:28
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| 9 | Sword in the Storm (The Saga of Earl Hakon) 05:02
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| 10 | Blood Rains (The Saga of King Olaf Trygvason) 04:27
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| 11 | Ruling the Waves 05:02
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| 12 | Canute the Great (The King of Danish Pride) 04:03
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| 13 | Harald Hadrade 04:20
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Michael Seifert - vocals
Uwe Lulis - guitars
Bjorn Eilen - guitars
Tomi Gottlich - bass
Gerd Lucking - drums |
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All songs written by REBELLION
Produced by Uwe Lulis
Engineered and mixed by Uwe Lulis
Recorded and mixed at Black Solaris Studios, Frankfurt, Germany |
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| Ynglinga Saga (To Odin We Call)
He came from the land of Asaland
The ruler of Asgard
From the land of ice and snow
He conquered all of Saxland
And the giants of Jotunheim
The ravens fly where he'll go
A wise and travelled warrior, a cunning enemy
Taking what we sacrifice
Across the ra |
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«Sagas Of Iceland» - это один из самых ожидаемых пауэрных релизов уходящего года. К сожалению, тевтонских пауэрщиков осталось очень и очень мало, да к тому же и балуют они своих поклонников весьма редко. Вот, кажется, недавно разродился Grave Digger вполне сильным альбомом «The Last Supper», оставался только ответ за его соперниками Rebellion, которые в свою очередь решили создать ещё один концептуальный альбом, который кроме всего прочего обещался быть изданным в трёх частях! Честно говоря, до выпуска «Sagas Of Iceland» я не очень серьёзно воспринимал этот коллектив, и то, что он будет выпускаться в будущем казалось мне иллюзорной мечтой. Но как оказалось, выпустив две отличные работы ранее, эти немцы не собираются сдаваться, и кажется, ещё порадуют нас не один раз! Тексты песен, собственно кроме кучи викингских имён, ничем как таковым интересным не отличаются – героические такие лириксы, можно даже сказать вполне приятные и подходящие к такому виду прямолинейной музыки. Техника музыкантов как всегда на высоком уровне, а вот качество записи достаточно сильно изменилось, если сравнивать с предыдущими альбомами. «Shakespeare's Macbeth» ещё не имел как такового характерного звука, «Born A Rebel» откровенно напоминал энгри пауэр и его королей Brainstorm, а вот «Sagas Of Iceland» почему-то у меня вызывает ассоциации с американцами Iced Earth и Demons & Wizards. Надеюсь в будущем этого больше не будет, потому как оригинальный звук является одним из самых главных элементов выделяющих группу в море клонов. Хотя в принципе за Rebellion волноваться не стоит, потому, как в наше время такой пауэр играют очень немногие. Но вернёмся к рассматриваемому альбому. Вокалист по прежнему держит марку, радуя душу смачным и хриплым вокалом, отметить также стоит мощные хоры в припевах, соответствующие стилю пауэр. И вот мы подходим к мелодической стороне пластинки. Откровенно говоря, альбом меня чуть-чуть разочаровал, особенно своей скучноватой концовкой. Тут уже покривить душой никак не получится – «Sagas Of Iceland» уступает разнообразием и хитовостью предыдущим двум сильнейшим работам, однако это не означает, что рассматриваемый диск можно сразу же забросать грязью! На «Sagas Of Iceland» большое количество отличных и запоминающихся песен, нашлось место также и вечным хитам к которым я со всей уверенностью причислю открывающий эпический боевик «To Odin We Call», драйвовый и напористый кач «Eric The Red», угарный номер «Harald Harfager», наиболее нетипичная композиция «Ruling The Waves», а также удачные номера «Blood Eagle», «Hagnhilds Dream» и «Blood Rains». В итоге у нас получается очень даже неплохая картина, хотя от этих ребята я ждал, несомненно, большего. |
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С тех пор как Уве Лулис и Томи Гетлих со скандалом покинули Grave Digger, бедняг кидает из крайности в крайность. Была уже "метал трагедия" по Шекспиру, полная смена курса и песни про стальных металических войнов на диске "Born A Rebel". И вот теперь ребят зашкалило совсем - они готовят к выходу три концептуальных студийных работы, полностью посвященных истории северных викингов! Внимательно ознакомившись с первой частью этой трилогии, альбомом "Sagas Of Iceland", я могу сделать заключение, что как были Rebellion во втором эшелоне хэви пауэра, так они там и остались. Глобальный недостаток сей работы - музыка. Уве и его коллега, гитарист Бьёрн Эллен, словно разучились сочинять достойные мелодии, поэтому здесь их нет. Вообще. Примитивность прет из каждого угла, аранжировки стандартны, весь альбом слушаешь один мощный напор ритм гитар, иногда сменяющийся акустикой. Работа барабанщика - это вообще нечто! Честное слово, ТАКОГО я не слышал давно! Герд Лекинг вообще не подозревает о наличии чего то кроме ритма, поэтому ВСЯ его игра сводится к метроному. Какие брейки, вы что! Он не знает таких слов. Соответственно, все двенадцать треков сливаются в один 60-минутный эпос. С натяжкой могу выделить мощный эпик "Eric The Red", гимновый номер "Sword In The Storm" и ураганный боевик "Blood Rains". Все остальное - различные вариации на эти темы, то помедленней, то побыстрей. Да, например, Grave Digger играют примерно также, но у них при этом присутствует и драйв, и мелодика, и лирика не копируют учебники по истории. Кстати, вот еще один весьма спорный момент - герр Гетлих проделал огромную работу по изучению северных племен и написал целую гору довольно неплохих текстов, которые даже почти все рифмуются! Но вот понять хоть что то человеку "со стороны", который в жизни не интересовался бородатыми войнами, будет очень сложно. В буклете есть полная историческая аннотация ко всему концепту, но это, знаете ли не выход. Здесь приходится сразу лезть в эту самую "справочную", и главное - запоминать все эти чудные Исландские имена, чтобы хоть как то быть в теме о чем, собственно, поют. Да, кстати, голос Михаэеля Сейферта - это единственное место на диске, к которому у меня нет никаких претензий. Отработал на славу. За его пение и саму масштабность проделанной работы я, пожалуй, добавлю альбому один балл. Рекомендую слушать в качестве фона, для этого "Sagas Of Iceland" вполне годится. (Диск предоставлен компанией Art Music Group) |
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Giving strength in battle, giving victory
Odin's chosen heroes
May cross the rainbow bridge
Hear the thunder
The sky is cracks
See the rainbow bridge
There's no turning back
Valkyrs riding a bloody trail
Heroes cross to Asgard, never fail
To Odin we call – in his name we will fight
Riding on dragons through the waves
And the gods on our side
To Odin we call – in his name we will fight
Summon the valkyrs in the sky
On the wings of death we ride
The power of the Skalds
And the magic of the runes
He taught to us who sacrifice
By the cold light of the moon
The father of the Ynglinga
The house of our kings
The battle sound amuses him
And battle we shall bring
Mad as wild dogs
Strong as the bear
I bite my shield in anger
Life I never spare
A deadly blow, ascold as ice
The power of the berserk, take your life
To Odin we call – in his name we will fight
Riding on dragons through the waves
And the gods on our side
To Odin we call – in his name we will fight
Summon the valkyrs in the sky
On the wings of death we ride
Hear the thunder
The sky is cracks
See the rainbow bridge
There's no turning back
Valkyrs riding a bloody trail
Heroes cross to Asgard, never fail
To Odin we call – in his name we will fight
Riding on dragons through the waves
And the gods on our side
To Odin we call – in his name we will fight
Summon the valkyrs in the sky
On the wings of death we ride
An the gods on our side...
The Sons Of The Dragon Slayer (Blood Eagle)
Regnat the Dragon Slayer, king of sea and land
When people spot your sail they fear the sword that's in your hand
I was born your son and with my brothers I sailed out
To feed the ravens, sreal the gold where battle rages loud
You had to go to England with the few men you could gain
And outnumbered ten to one your heroes they were slain
You searched for death in battle but the falling light of day
Saw you as a prisoner in chains they dragged you away
In a pit of snakes
By vermin's breath
Die you lost your life
No honour in such a death
The sons of the dragon slayer
All for one we stand
We'll cut the blood eagle
And your life shall soak the land
The sons of the dragon slayer
King Ella you'll repent
I'll cut the blood eagle
And your life shall soak your land
Ivar my brother king of London let me know
He birbed the english nobles so king Ella stands alone
Now's the time to gather men to play the bloody game
Take their lives and spill their blood to wash away the shame
Long boats touch the sand. Northern warriors steel in hand
The enemy is weak, no way to defend
Running through the lines, falling on a fearing prey
Rognar's sons deal hard. And in the end they win the day
In a lake of blood
King Ella's death
Die hard die slowly die
The blood eagle drinks your breath
The sons of the dragon slayer
All for one we stand
We'll cut the blood eagle
And your life shall soak the land
The sons of the dragon slayer
King Ella you'll repent
I'll cut the blood eagle
And your life shall soak your land
Ragnhild's Dream
Ragnhild the daughter of Sigurd Hjort
Her father murdered and she was taken
Far away across the fjord, a slave to be her fate forsaken
Halfdan the black the king of Agder
He heard about her beauty and her sadness in life
Rescue the lady make her a queen, set free a slave, gain a wife
There's greatness and grace for the northern race
A strong hand to come, a king for the throne
He shall lead Norway on
Ragnhild's dream. A thorn in her hand grows a tre so high
Ragnhild's dream. Rooted in blood but the branches reach for the sky
A strong han to come, reach for the sun in the sky
Their son is born a child of beauty
Crows a young man strong and fair
Harald Harfarger, Halfdan's son
Looking for dangers few man dare
King Halfdan he died at the age of forty
Leaving his people to Odin he rode
Harald must rule the kingdom of Agder
Praying to Thor, fate will unfold
There's greatness and grace for the northern race
A strong hand to come, a king for the throne
He shall lead Norway on
Ragnhild's dream. A thorn in her hand grows a tre so high
Ragnhild's dream. Rooted in blood but the branches reach for the sky
Harald Harfager
My father died when I was ten years old
Many kings looked at my lands triving to get a hold
But I was old enough to hold a sword and strong enough to fight
King Gandalf lost his life. Eystein's sons in cold earth they lie
Now I am a mighty king board lands I own
Time has come to find a wife so lonely in my throne
Gyda of Hardanger greater beauty eyes will never see
My men you go and bade her greetings ask her to marry me
Go and tell king Harald I will not marry him until he has subdued the whole of Norway
For only than can he be called a great king
I make the solemn vow that never shall I clip or comb my hair
Until I have subdued the whole of Norway or if not have died in the attempt
In Orkedalen king Gryting was beat
On his knees he prayed to be my man
Eight battles I fought with the host I lead
But now Drontheim is in my hand
Arnvid and Audbjorn I met them on the waves
Of their dragons there were many around
But I was mad with anger my bloodlust ablaze
And so I sent their ships to the ground
I'm standing proud and tall
Harald Halfager on your knees you fall
United in my hand
The king of Norway my fatherland
Bow to the king of Norway's throne
United the crown in his alone
Now I will comb my hair
A firm hand to lead the country on
United to hold on hold and strong
A king so young and fair
I am the king and my word is the law
Bow your head or you'll repent
Eric the Red your freedom's no more
Lay down your sword or leave my land
Good men leave or good man die
But the king stands proud and tall
Gravskin you'll rule, son of mine
Cause I can hear the Valkyrs call
I'm standing proud and tall
Harald Harfager on your knees you fall
Bow to the king of Norway's throne
United the crown in his alone
Now I will comb my hair
A firm hand to lead the country on
United to hold on hold and strong
A king so young and fair
Fresh from the battle field came in
Dripping with blood the Norsemen's king
With battered shield and blood smeared sword
Slits one beside the shores of Stord
With armour crushed and gashed sits he
A grim and gastly sight to see
And round about in sorrow stand
The warriors of this gallant band
In Odins hall an empty place
Stands for a king of Yngves race
Go my valkyries Odin said
Go forth my angels of the dead
Gondul and Skogul to the plain
Drenched with the battles bloody rain
And to the dying Harald tell
Here in Valhal he shall dwell
Eric The Red
Away from Icelands shores I must, the king says I must go
Some neighbours asked a fight with me and I laid their bodies low
Now my face is in the wind again and friends are by my side
The green land we are looking for and we trust in Odin's might
Come join me now I know the way, we'll be free
No king to rule us down ride the sea
Man the boats and hoist the sails, all hands on deck
There's land to find I know, don't look back
Through the wind and storm I'll carry on
To a new land where the sun will dawn
In the wind and storm I'll raise my head
Eric the Red
My son I see the fire in your eyes as I felt when I was young
And I've listened to the Skalds and tales, you've gotta go as I have done
But it's your way Leif Eriksson, the Red has come too old
The Vinland you will find I know, ride the wind be strong and bold
Come join me now I know the way, we'll be free
No king to rule us down ride the sea
Man the boats and hoist the sails, all hands on deck
There's land to find I know, don't look back
Through the wind and storm I'll carry on
To a new land where the sun will dawn
In the wind and storm I'll raise my head
Eric the Red
Freedom (The Saga Of Gang Hrolf)
I fought like a free man so I broke the law
The way of the vikings don't count here no more
And strong is the arm of the tyrant that rules
The Jarls of the free they were taken like fools
So friends come aboard and away on the sea
The shores of France seem a promise to me
Battles to be fought their king he is weak
There's land to be taken a fortune to seek
Cause we'll stay free
A master of the waves a wolf of the sea
Cause we'll stay free
Ho ho Gang Hrolf
Ho ho Gang Hrolf
Freedom is the goal that you fight for in life
Let no tyrant take it away
Freedom is all that is left on my hands
And a wolf of the see I shall stay
The battles are won and the simple asks for peace
Here I shall rule as the Duke of Normandy
They tell me kiss his feet so I lift them to my face
I'll never bow my head nor any of my race
Cause we'll stay free
A master of the waves a wolf of the sea
Cause we'll stay free
Ho ho Gang Hrolf
Ho ho Gang Hrolf
Freedom is the goal that you fight for in life
Let no tyrant take it away
Freedom is all that is left on my hands
And a wolf of the see I shall stay
Treason
Our lives have turned sad
The harvest again was bad
And it's growing worse hungry children cry
They pray to a new god while their people die
But fortune does not grow from a lie
What is our hope when kings betray
Sigurd was too strong but in ambush they lay
His brother helped and he was paid in gold
Now Sigurd lies dead bloodless and cold
Treason dwells in our king
He lies betrays and kills at night
What fortune can it bring?
Treason walks in this land
The Gravskin murders smile on his face
But blood is on his hands
King Tryggve was strong
And Erik's sons feared him well
So in the dark of the night
He was stabbed and fell
And Sigurd's son they tried to buy
But he remembered his father and saw the lie
Treason dwells in our king
He lies betrays and kills at night
What fortune can it bring?
Treason walks in this land
The Gravskin murders smile on his face
But blood is on his hands
Sword In The Storm (The Saga Of Earl Hakon)
Come Skald sit thee with us and tell us of the past
The deeds of viking warriors in your songs they'll ever last
We long to hear of Hakon, the Earl of Norway's shores
Or how he killed the Gravskin and stood the Jomsburg force
He was born the son of Sigurd, his father stabbed by royal hands
He escaped and turned a viking, his frame spread across the lands
And on the day he faced the Gravskin, anger wished just like a burning flood
Hakon the maker of widows taking lives as his blade drinks blood
The fish return now into the fjord, the harvest rich Hakon we hail thy sword
Raising temples where a church did stand. Odin smiles to praise the land
Sword in the storm, the rock in the battle
Hakon you stand and be Odin thy guide
Strong be thy arm, oh sword in the storm
Thor grant you strength to defend what is right
And when the viking of the Jomsburg set their sails against our shores
Strong in numbers famous heroes, Hakon you fought them to the core
And in the middle of the bloodshed, standing strong I saw your hands reach for the sky
Calling for help in the turmoil, Odin took your son as a sacrifice
The fish return now into the fjord, the harvest rich Hakon we hail thy sword
Raising temples where a church did stand. Odin smiles to praise the land
Sword in the storm, the rock in the battle
Hakon you stand and be Odin thy guide
Strong be thy arm, oh sword in the storm
Thor grant you strength to defend what is right
But in the end of people asked for the reign of a christian king
Betraying Hakon they soon forgot the good his rule did bring
In his sleep, killed by a thrall a hero's bitter end
Trygve's son was to succeed to rule the Northern Land
Blood Rains (The Saga Of King Olaf Trygvason)
On the blackened eve of destruction
A king arises with the promise of light
But the Jarls who held him high
Were soon to see that they followed a lie
Wise magicians and healing women
Put to the stake by royal hands
Baptized they would not be
And so in flames their life did end
Odin thy face
It fades in the blood
The heathen oaks burned
It's the end of a god
Blood rains from the sky
Love is just a christian lullaby
I can't believe I'd rather die
Blood rains from the sky
Preaching love while tortured victims cry
I won't believe I'd rather die
Bondes who would not dip in the water
At the Althing he had put them dead
A royal smile a lie on the lips
Believe in Christ or drink burning lead
Raud a mighty Jarl on the isle
He was taken at night and tried to a stake
His house on flames
Yet he would not fold his hands
Condemned to death
He had to swallow a snake
Odin thy face
It fades in the blood
The heathen oaks burned
It's the end of a god
Blood rains from the sky
Love is just a christian lullaby
I can't believe I'd rather die
Blood rains from the sky
Preaching love while tortured victims cry
I won't believe I'd rather die
Ruling The Waves
I have been on viking cruises, taking what they wouldn't give
Sacrifice to Njord the master of the waves on which I live
Now I found a king to follow, now I serve the Forked Beard
Sven the son of Harald Bluetooth, King of Denmark knows and feared
To England – our dragons had to ride
To help the beaten Aethelred – the Picts we must fight
And many – a hero died that day
Draged with bloodlust and I cut their lives away
And so we beat them on a field of gore and bone
But there is a price to pay, the english should have known
Aethelred, oh Aethelred – your kingdom now is gone
The king of Denmark takes your crows, oh you should have known
The northern sea he rules, Denmark and England he unites
The norsemen rule the waves and king Sven holds all the might
The Forked Beard he rules and like the devil we will fight
We rule the waves. Fear the vikings pride
Hey, hey – we are ruling the waves...
We burn the churches and the cross
The serpents of the crucified, their lived are at a loss
Sven prays to Odin and to Thor
The power of the ancient gods who dwelt here long before
And so we hunt those who have burnt the oak trees down
The heathen roots run deep the ancient gods are still around
Crucified, oh crucified, you should have known
Your time has not yet come and so we burn your houses down
The northern sea he rules, Denmark and England he unites
The norsemen rule the waves and king Sven holds all the might
The Forked Beard he rules and like the devil we will fight
We rule the waves. Fear the vikings pride
Hey, hey – we are ruling the waves...
Canute The Great (The King Of Danish Pride)
Now that I fight
With might and main
The Danish troops
I'll leed to fame
Now I survey the lands
Where I may stride
The English soil
I'm a King of Danish pride
You have plundered the whole Isle of Man
To become a greater king
And you murdered guiltless families
In the massacre of all Danish men
Aethelred. Oh Aethelred
It's my will to fight and see you dead
My troops are Viking warriors
And we sail the river Themse
Now that I fight
With might and main
The Danish troops
I'll lead to fame
Now I survey the lands
Where I may stride
The English soil
I'm a King of Danish pride
Forked Beard my father
I habe sailed the way you led
To England on my Dragons
And I avanged all the dead
In Ashington, it was Ironside
I slayed his troops it served him right
Father, we took the lands
And we sailed the river Themse
Now that I rule
With might and main
The Danish kingdom
I lead to fame
Now that I own the lands
Where I may stride
The English soil
The King of Danish pride
Canute the Great
Harald Hadrade
Fifteen years, too young to die
The saint he fell within the last battlecry
But the time has come for you not yet
Escape from the battle of Stiklestad
Baptized by the sword and the shield
Destined to be kind
The last in line
Lead this epoch to an end
To be written in blood
Named Harald Hadrade
Out there in the world, afar from home
Explore all the east and grow up so strong
No riches, fights or prisonwalls
Will keep you away, when your destiny calls
Baptized by the sword and the shield
Destined to be kind
The last in line
Lead this epoch to an end
To be written in blood
Named Harald Hadrade
See Norway lies bare down to your feet
King Mgnus died, now your crown is complete
At Englands shores you will just arrive
To fight your last battle and pay with your life
Baptized by the sword and the shield
Destined to be kind
The last in line
Lead this epoch to an end
To be written in blood
Named Harald Hadrade