Cold Beauty of Winter is probably the most Black Metal song on the album. It is more raw and heavy than most of the rest of the album. It is a song about being in a storm in Winter, enraptured by its beauty, and communing with our ancestors.
lyrics
Cold beauty of winter
Can you hear, can you hear them?
Can you hear, can you hear them calling?
Ancient, ancient wisdom
Spoken from voices on the cold breeze
Called forth, called forth, called forth
Faces, faces, faces of ancestors bound to you
Are you with us, are you hearing?
We weather this storm, watching and waiting
Cold winds blowing, the trees are dancing
Strong we stand, yet quiet, listening
Can, can you not hear them?
Listen, they are speaking to you, always
Close your eyes, can you not still see them?
See them, standing right before you, always
There are, there are voices, voices, voices on the cold breeze
Snow slowly falls through this cathedral, this cathedral of trees
The cold beauty of winter, of winter, unending
The cold beauty of winter
The cold beauty of winter
credits
from Heathenheart,
released July 23, 2021
Timothy Voldemars Johnston – Vocals. Lyrics
Michael Grund – Guitar
John Chalmers – Guitar
Andrew Chalmers – Drums & Percussion
Clare B. – Keyboards & Orchestrations
Emmanuel “Audeath” Audet (Black Empire/Winterfog) – Bass
Hexenklad is a Canadian Folk/Black Metal band. Think folk melodies akin to Moonsorrow with twin guitar leads like
Dissection, the depth of emotion of Primordial and the overwhelming depth of Insomnium
Members:
Timothy Johnston -Vocals
Michael Grund - Guitar
John Chalmers - Guitar
Steve Bowen - Guitar
Matt Collacott - Bass
Clare B. - Keys
Andrew C. - Drums...more
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A Pagan black metal masterpiece.
Folk and black metal elements fuse into one extremely catchy and awe inspiring album. This band does not disappoint from all the high praise sent it's way. Abyssius Murkraken
supported by 10 fans who also own “Cold Beauty of Winter”
I'd say Havukruunu is the rightful holder of the Crown and the mantle of Quorthon. Epic choirs, vikingesque themes and tales from the other times, of the Finnish paganism back in the days before our ancestors were brought to the cross and forced to kneel while feeling the bloody sword of saviour on their throats made to kiss the hand of murderers who burnt thousands, tore down our holy places and took our holy days. Eyes teary I listen to these songs, never forgiving the crimes of the cross! Peikonmieli