07 2008
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Quorthon formed Bathory in 1983 when he was 17 years old.
Quorthon was found dead in his apartment on June 2004, apparently from heart failure.
A true Northern Son, Quorthon had more “vikingness” in his pinky fingers than most “Viking wannabes” i know, and has always been a reference in Viking Metal (hell, he CREATED the genre) and in Black Metal.
Rest in Peace, Quorthon. You shall be missed.
Now that the wind called my name
And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space
And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled my flame
For the ones who stood me near
And you few who were me dear
I ask of thee to have no doubts and no fears
For when the great clouds fills the air
And the thunder roars from o, so far away up in the sky
Then for sure you will know that I have reached the joyous hall up high
With my bloodbrothers at side
All sons of father with one eye
We were all born in the land of the blood on ice
And now you all who might hear my song
Brought to you by the northern wind have no fear
Though the night may seem so everlasting and forever dark
There will come a golden dawn
At ends of nights for all yee on whom
Upon the northstar always shines
The vast gates to hall up high
Shall stand open wide and welcome you with all its within
And Oden shall hail us bearers of a pounding hammerheart
Mother Earth Father Thunder
To Enter Your Mountain
Song To Hall Up High
Man of Iron
Father To Son
Under the Runes
One Rode to Asa Bay
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