As if a gift from the gods, YGG (You know, Yggdrasil!) has revealed itself to me. Like some cross between the brilliance of Drudkh and the lore of the Norse, this four track album, called The Last Scald (pretty sure that's Skald considering the material), is thick with creativity, wild energy, and slick artwork. The showcase track is Last Skald for certain (that intro build up is too strong!) however the first track Dead Swamps hooked me initially and still pulls me back in with that crushing bass and wicked instrumentation. In The Hope of The Eternal has some riveting portions while The Wake of Awakening plays out the end with a bittersweet ability. Each track has a select piece of artwork below which I have provided yet go, visit upon their Bandcamp page, support this mighty artist and revel in their prowess! YGG has produced a cataclysmic blizzard of an album and I shall usher it into the states, welcoming its frigid, wailing call as these ice wraiths summon a storm that will make us stronger and leave us in awe. /,,/ YGG - The Last Scald (Skald) https://yggmusic.bandcamp.com/album/ygg-the-last-scald 1.) Мертвые топи - Dead Swamps 2.) Последний скальд - Last Skald 3.) В надежде о Вечном - In The Hope of the Eternal 4.) Віса пробудження - The Wake of Awakening Last Skald В небе парят искры , вместо руки крыло, И нет копья лишь мед. Вот зов из Сердца -Молитва Боя, Удар волны, кормы прибоя. И ветер не утихнет звезд. Вот вечность воет — Зовет! Зовет! Сейчас врата откроет! Сорвет с петель, оседлая Бурю. Великий свет поток любви. Дух силы Слова , воплощение. Грудь искры жгут. Ты терпишь — тишина смирения. Сжав крылья в кулаки, копье не тления. Могуч ты Вечный мудрый скальд. "Борису..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sparks float in the sky, instead of a hand wing, And no spear just honey. Here is a call from the Heart - The Prayer of Fight, Wave strike, surf feed. And the wind will not calm the stars. Here is eternity howling - Call! Calling! Now the door will open! Rip off the hinges that have settled the Storm. Great light is the flow of love. The Spirit of the Power of the Word, the Incarnation. Chest sparks burn. You endure - the silence of humility. Squeezing wings into fists, the spear does not decay. May you be the Eternal Wise Skald. "Boris ..."
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