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metalcultbrigade · 3 months
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January 15th, 1988 Sabbat released album: History of a Time to Come.
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triste-guillotine · 2 years
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SABBAT (the British troubadours of Pagan-Thrash Metal magick)
“...Where are the heroes in this hour of need Stout hearted and brave men who'll never concede To the forces of Chaos - hold back their might Who dares stand proud when the Warhammer strikes ?”
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goographix · 4 years
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Another Fine Mess
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A girl read my runes in the warm dressing room It was then that I started to think There has to be something really worth hunting I reach for another strong drink For ten lonely years That's my reward My ego and I, we have faced many dangers Fear and self loathing have never been strangers Nobody knows of the depths we have been to All the fine messes we've got ourselves into For ten lonely years That's my reward In my world far removed from the actual Safe in my small amorality capsule I cruise far aloof from the other world's laws Hiding behind tinted windows and doors I'm so tired of living, too weary to cry Too stubborn to give in, curl up and die This whole situation has, I must confess All the tell-tale signs of another fine mess I've been run aground A ship in a bottle Caught in the eye of the storm Deep in my strife Found the meaning of life You're dying the moment you're born My heart bears the scars even time can't disguise If you only knew what I've seen through these eyes Oft-times overwhelmed by the feelings of doubt I have crawled in a bottle to shut them all out Will I drown in the sweat of this chemical dream With far too much blood in my alcohol stream? When Mr. Jack Daniels has read my last rights His friend Billy Whizz comes to turn on the lights First we were plastered in Paris Then we were frying in Greece Caught between heaven and hellfire Send for an ambulance, fetch me a priest I've been run aground A ship in a bottle Caught in the eye of the storm Deep in my strife Found the meaning of life You're dying the moment you're born "A band on ship" the captain cried We bought damnation duty-free Now we're floating with the tide The Silent Whales Of Lunar Sea
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dry-valleys · 2 years
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metalsongoftheday · 3 years
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Monday, November 23: Skyclad, “Gammadion Seed”
Prince of the Poverty Line was the album that firmly established folk metal as its own sound, though Skyclad at that point was still largely rooted in thrash.  To be sure, tracks like “Gammadion Seed” weren’t quite as frenzied and raw as Wayward Sons of Mother Earth, but Cath Howell’s violin wasn’t quite fully integrated into the mix just yet.  But the thing about Skyclad was that they were on their own trip from day one, and the combined talents of Martin Walkyier, Graeme English and Steve Ramsey resulted in something that, while having bits of Sabbat and Satan (which would’ve been exciting in itself), was quite unique to metal at the time.  So with “Gammadion Seed”, there was Walkyier’s unparalleled snarl and thoughtful lyrics, a propulsive backbeat and aggressive riffing that was thrash in its underpinning but also traveling in newer directions, while the fiddles added a bit of flair in the back.  Over their next couple records, Skyclad would firmly lock down their sound, though Prince of the Poverty Line remained a key record in the foundation of folk metal.
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ilustreverton · 3 years
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Há exatos 4 anos rolou esse evento surpresa, com Martin Walkyier e @tuathaofficial, no @dissensolounge. Por ter sido surpresa e por ter sido chamado às pressas, tive pouquíssimas horas pra elaborar toda a arte, desde os primeiros processos de ilustração, escolha (questionável, eu sei! Ahahhaah) de cores e diagramação. Foi o primeiro pôster que fiz para divulgar um evento ligado ao metal e foi só a partir de então que passei a dar as caras pra tentar vender minha arte. Agradecimentos a @leonardozandomenico, Paula, @denis_fonseca e Felipe por terem me chamado pra correria! . #ilustreverton #tbt #tbtart #tbtdrawing #metalgig #metalposter #gigart #posterart #MartinWalkyier #tuathadedanann #folkmetal #Skyclad #posterlayout #digitalart #digitalillustration #dailyart #dailyillustration #artedigital #artediária #ilustrador #ilustradoresbrasileiros #artistabrasileiro (em Dissenso Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQymA2uDUoJ/?utm_medium=tumblr
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metalcultbrigade · 2 years
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Martin Walkyier, vocalista do The Clan Destined, ex-Sabbat, Martin Walkyier's Skyclad, ex-Hell, ex-Skyclad, ex-Skiltron (live), completa 54 anos nesta data. https://www.instagram.com/p/CWhAvI1ATQq/?utm_medium=tumblr
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triste-guillotine · 2 years
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SKYCLAD “Irrational Anthems”, CD/LP 1996 (The genuine sixth full-length album from the British Pagan troubadours, and one of their greatest for sure ; at least in my top 3 from Skyclad, a really inspired masterpiece, and these lyrics...)
“Science never sleeps - so I'm singing it a lullabye, of wolves in sheeps clothing - devils in disguise, and lab-coats draped over big black lies. They cover their stupidity by calling it "stupology", rearrange your world without one word of apology, Make a man-made-soul so small it fits inside your pocket, when you die they'll shoot it up to heaven in a rocket. We've made tommorows world - a Nirvana for the damned. We've made tommorows world - Mother Earth on Fatherland ? We've made tommorows world - we're the cause and the effect. We've made tommorows world - could George Orwell be correct ? Science never weeps - for the life beneath the microscope. We are the human ameebae that helplessly float in a final solution - suspend in hope. Let me show you something hideous, insidious, creeping and libidinous. The worst laid plans of men with mice, wielding scaples - laboratory sacrifice. Great for the economy - destroying our ecology. Unscrupulous, malicious - yet chemically delicious. Will we shiver in dark centuries of cryogenic winter, or be vapourized to ashes when atoms start to splinter ? A case of heads or tails - it's their coin so they can choose, breed creatures born with two of either so they cannot lose...”
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metalsongoftheday · 6 years
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Tuesday, May 29: Elvenking, “The One We Shall Follow”
Skyclad was and always will be the true north star for folk metal, but Italy’s Elvenking has more than done their part to wave the flag, mostly staying true to the cause over the course of 9 albums and in some respects picking up after Martin Walkyier acrimoniously left Skyclad in 2001.  Of course, such a description ensured that Elvenking would be a bit more conventional, and even recent tunes like “The One We Shall Follow” bore that out, as Damnagoras’ vocals rang clear and melodic while the rest of the band chugged along at a pace that veered toward the anthemic.  Every instrument was perfectly placed and mixed, with Lethien’s violins given equal weight alongside the guitars.  “The One We Shall Follow” was less frantic than similarly beer-swigging acts like Alestorm, but in a lot of ways felt truer to the latter band’s mission, since it was clearly designed as a jolly singalong and worked well enough on those terms. To their credit, Elvenking balanced the folk and metal aspects of their sound more or less evenly, which meant that while they weren’t original, they were among the best at what they did.
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metalkilltheking · 7 years
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1991. The Wayward Sons of Mother Earth
is the debut album by band Skyclad, The band was founded in 1990 by then former Sabbat vocalist Martin Walkyier and Satan/Pariah guitarist Steve Ramsey, after Walkyier left Sabbat over an argument with guitarist Andy Sneap as to the direction of the music.  
This album is an absolute must have for any thrash fans out there (especially Sabbat fans) looking for something a little bit different. The folk influence is minimal on this album - except for the excellent Widdershin's Jig.
Martin Walkyier   Steve Ramsey    Graeme English   Keith Baxter
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andreaaje · 8 years
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Children of the urban third world Breast fed lies and cathode rays Speak their minds down party chat lines They don’t have that much to say Told nothing of the world we live in Or that it will be their’s someday
Martin Walkyier
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sodomyordeath · 9 years
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Skyclad - “Inequality Street” from 1996s “Irrational Anthems”
Lyrics by  Martin Walkyier
Life's really a chocolate box- some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots, while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty. From the cradle to the grave, point your ladle to the gravy. "Food comes first, then morals" they say, the end of the world's three hot meals away. Two average men eat their average meals but destiny waits at their table. One is served gruel while the other chews veal, (But they're both spoon fed lies from the cradle). Life's really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots, while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty. Tragic moments for the masses - work is the curse of the drinking classes 'homo homini lupus' we cry - humanity fades like the moon in the sky. You can't cook an omelette without breaking eggs, (first they are cracked and then beaten). The only things cracked around here are our heads, recipies for disaster that we keep repeating. Life's really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots, while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty. Here's a real beggars banquet, a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau, dip silver spoons into black forest gateau. Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast to the 'other - half' dying to eat. 'Cause they who receive least deserve it the most, it's a literal dead - end (Inequality Street). Life's really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots, while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
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