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Shieldbrother

by Isenmor

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H.L. Usually, folk metal is too jolly for my taste and I prefer to stay with more serious and dark pagan metal. But ISENMOR is an exception as their cheerful, heroic and melodic folk black metal is varied, dynamic and sometimes even a bit aggressive besides the dominant fiddles and the anthemic chorus parts. "Shieldbrother" contains the perfect catchy tunes and definitely the right soundtrack, when you want to "Drink to Glory"! Favorite track: Wanderlust.
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1.
Childhood friends both starved for glory Took whale roads to make our names Tales of war, we’d tell ourselves Would earn us all the maidens’ praise Armed well with our swords and youth We charged headlong into the fray But our tales will not carry on The Gray One’s ladies took my friend that day Sing the tales of war Sing that piper’s tune Let the dooming lies resound Into young and naive minds Glory of the war horns’ sound Leave the horrors they will find Stunned, I watched the earthgrip take him Dreams dashed on that distant shore Mud turned umber, blade in hand I charged into the deafening roar A slavering beast, a weeping child With tears in eyes, I killed and maimed His dying face still etched in my mind A tort’ring specter that shall never fade Sing the tales of war Sing that piper’s tune Let the dooming lies resound Into young and naive minds Glory of the war horns’ sound Buried horrors left for them to find Blade brings forth a spray of blood Or did that just come from my cup? In a deep well of the mind’s poison The memories I cannot crush Liegemen brag of their past battles Threads pull at my sanity My facade cracks, curse the gods I’ve lived the “glory”, so please tell me Why can’t I leave from this hell? No relief, I can never leave this fight Can’t break free from this spell Endless fog, will I ever see the light? Sing the tales of war Sing that piper’s tune Let the dooming lies resound Into young and naive minds Glory of the war horns sound Leave the horrors they will find They will find
2.
Kin by blood and kin by shields Strong stones set in a fleshen wall Ring oaths kept in foot torn earth Blood binds sealed among thirsting dust Hlystaþ! Andlangcempan! Mægafehaþ þone scildweal! Gebrodra! Agenstendeaþ! Woden oferwocande us a! [Hear me, shield wall warriors Hold strong the shield wall Brothers, stand! Woden watches over us all] Bite of blades and hammered blows rain down Gladly borne for our Æthelingas Oaths sworn to hold safe the hearth and hoard We stand strong with our Scildbroþors Warrior’s bond and warrior’s blood Bind strong splinter thin board lines War wolves snap toward warriors’ throats But stone strong bonds will break their slavering jaws Hlystaþ! Andlangcempan! Mægafehaþ þone scildweal! Gebrodra! Agenstendeaþ! Woden oferwocande us a! Bite of blades and hammered blows rain down Gladly borne for our Æthelingas Oaths sworn to hold safe the hearth and hoard We stand strong with our Scildbroþors Hare’s path swiftly sprints within our minds But the boar’s heart beats within us Fear’s destroyer stands within our lines We stand strong with our Scildbroþors Oh young sons, oh fathers gray You’ll be strong links in your battered chains The lone tree bends to the howling winds But the forest stands strong against the wrath of the smith forged storm Oh brave men stand strong as the ships home against the ever pouring wave Let each man set his shoulders high and hew with all his strength Bards praise shining helms and flashing blades we only need brave men this day For Woden’s gaze will fall upon those who link their shields Corpse birds’ feast and corpse birds’ joy Shall not be our fate this day Such goes to he who fights alone But we fight with our brothers by our side Hlystaþ! Andlangcempan! Mægafehaþ þone scildweal! Gebrodra! Agenstendeaþ! Woden oferwocande us a! Bite of blades and hammered blows rain down Gladly borne for our Æthelingas Oaths sworn to hold safe the hearth and hoard We stand strong with our Scildbroþors Hare’s path swiftly sprints within our minds But the boar’s heart beats within us Fear’s destroyer stands within our lines We stand strong with our Scildbroþors Ic seon min gebroþa, Ic seon þe heáfodsegnes Ic seon cyninge, blaces herewæd geberþ Andstode eac mec, o Gesiþas anhydig Hie afuhton anhagena, we afeaht swe anum Niþerasettaþ þin fota, ne wancaþ þæge for beadwe gewill, beadu wilfullioe we brengaþ Hwone wil beo mæg? Hwone wil beo beornwigena? Hwone wil beo min Scildbroþra? O Hlystaþ, min gebroþa, agenstendeaþ, mægafehaþ þone scildweal! [I see my brothers, I see the banner I see the king, wearing his shining mail Stand with me, oh brave warriors They fight alone, we fight as one Set down your feet, do not waver They wish for battle, we bring them battle willingly Who will be strong? Who will be heroes? Who will be my shieldbrethren? Hear me, my brothers, stand, hold strong the shield wall!]
3.
Mount Badon 04:06
Onward, to that hill we marched Bright banners flew Shimmering strands rolled in the wind And songs rang from the dales Up that hill we charged Spears in hand Brave bodies fell like golden wheat And cowards ran Shattered We fled that cursed mountain The wounded cried behind us Abandoned, like the shields we cowards cast aside But we have not forgotten The brave who fell at Badon Their names forever spoken To the ring of grinding axes Backwards, from that hill we fled Britons on our heels Arrows still sought our backs And we deserved them all Towards our halls we ran Their welcome cold Emptied of their men Their songs now silent echoes Shattered We fled that cursed mountain The wounded cried behind us Abandoned, like the shields we cowards cast aside But we have not forgotten The brave who fell at Badon Their names forever spoken To the ring of grinding axes
4.
From beyond the Rhine they come Wild men from wild lands The Hercynian forest they call home Hides a terror ‘neath its boughs Furor Teutonicus Terrors from beyond the Rhine Furor Teutonicus Hear their fearsome battle cry Barritus At Arausio they showed their strength Cutting through the Roman ranks At Teutoberg their cunning shown Three eagles lost in Teutons’ woods Furor Teutonicus Terrors from beyond the Rhine Furor Teutonicus Hear their fearsome battle cry Barritus With bare chest and naked head They plunge themselves into the fray No fiercer foe have Romans faced Than men with freedom in their breast Furor Teutonicus Terrors from beyond the Rhine Furor Teutonicus Hear their fearsome battle cry Barritus
5.
Across the frozen waves we sailed Through frigid winds and on through daybreak Land appeared and our spirits grew Time grew short ‘til the dawn of battle We shall win, we’ll make the gods proud Or die in battle like true einherjar Our numbers few, their armies vast But in our hearts beats the blood of warriors Axe in hand, clad in mail We struck true, we struck hard For our gods, for their lies For brave deeds, take their lives Now raise your horns and drink to glory! We sent them running crying screaming Tails tucked neat between their legs Our shieldwall strong theirs manned by women I can’t recall a better fight So buy me a round and hear my story Let’s celebrate battles old and new Great victories and fallen brothers Let’s toast them all if the drink’s on you Axe in hand, clad in mail We struck true, we struck hard For our gods, for their lies For brave deeds, take their lives Now raise your horns and drink to glory! Many years have gone since that victory Many halls and men have heard my tale Nothing have I done since that glorious day It’s been long since I’ve cleaned blood from blade Those who shared in the praise of our deeds Gone to death or greater things But here I sit telling all who’ll hear Raising pints alone as I drink to glory Axe in hand, clad in mail We struck true, we struck hard For our gods, for their lies For brave deeds, take their lives Now raise your horns and drink to glory!
6.
In the deep dark wild you wander Far from home amidst the trees Suddenly you smell a stench that Leaves you weak and on your knees Soon recall a tale of creatures Foul and large with gruesome tastes Never did believe the stories Now they stare you in the face Flee the kings of the cold mountains Slayers of men born of stone Slow of mind but not of foot if you believe they’ll smell your blood Hurling rocks and smashing trees They wreak a path of dead debris Trolls will suck the meat from your bones! Roars and shrieks close hound your footsteps Running wildly down the slope They’ve got your scent and won’t quit now Sunrise is your only hope But how long till that globe ascends? How long will your breath hold out? If branches trip in darkened wood Death will come, there is no doubt Flee the kings of the cold mountains Slayers of men born of stone Slow of mind but not of foot if you believe they’ll smell your blood Hurling rocks and smashing trees They wreak a path of dead debris Trolls will suck the meat from your bones! Trolls snarl with glee Your flesh they will consume They slobber, drool, and gnash their teeth In their guts you’ll be entombed You see the sun begin to rise, Hairy claws cut short your breath Before you reach the troll’s wide mouth In stoney grip you’ll starve to death! Flee the kings of the cold mountains Slayers of men born of stone Slow of mind but not of foot if you believe they’ll smell your blood Hurling rocks and smashing trees They wreak a path of dead debris Trolls will suck the meat from your bones!
7.
Wanderlust 03:49
Far too long I’ve lingered in these Old and fading wooden walls Longing for the spring to come again And bring about the thaw It seems a lifetime, I’ve been confined In this all too familiar hall The winds have been a-calling my name I must soon be moving on The same old tree outside the door The same old people drolling on This place has nothing left for me But a longing to be free Wanderlust calls me on To travel far and leave my home As I travel winding roads I Can’t help but let a smile form An open sky is now the only Roof a man like me could love I’ve crossed seas and wandered mountains But found no place to call my own I guess a man stricken by wanderlust Will never find a home
8.
Sigmund lay there dying Bleeding in the field In battle he’d been found By the hooded stranger’s spear Hjordis ran up to him But he would not be healed Revenge on Volsung’s killers Would not be his to give The son that Hjordis carried Unborn but glory bound Would wield the shards of Woden’s gift Cast by Sigmund’s side In disguise Hjordis was taken With Alf to Hjalprek’s court Taking Sigmund’s gold and arms And there Sigurd was born Hear of Sigurd, son of Sigmund Known to all with northern tongues Hear a mighty hero’s tale The greatest of the Volsung line Hail to the day! Hail to the sons of day! Hail to the night and her kin! With gracious eyes may you look upon us And give victory to those sitting here Hail to the Aesir! Hail to the Goddesses! Hail to the mighty, fecund earth! Eloquence and native wit may give to us two famous ones And healing hands while we live -Lay of Sigdrifa To a mighty man Sigurd grew Regin taught him well Chess and runes and foreign tongues As king’s sons need to know And Regin spoke to Sigurd Of a place called Gnitaheath Where Fafnir lay and slumbered On riches yet to win A sword Sigurd would need And he bade the smith to make Two swords did Regin forge And two swords did Sigurd break So the shards of Woden’s gift He gave him to reforge The anvil and the wool were split By the broken blade reborn ‘Twas named Gram, that shining blade Brynhild’s waker, Fafnir’s bane No better hand than Sigurd’s could A blade find with a taste for blood Hail to the day! Hail to the sons of day! Hail to the night and her kin! With gracious eyes may you look upon us And give victory to those sitting here Hail to the Aesir! Hail to the Goddesses! Hail to the mighty, fecund earth! Eloquence and native wit may give to us two famous ones And healing hands while we live Vengeance, Sigurd sought From a longship’s prow To Hunding’s land he went And battle he began With Gram he cut a bloody swath Through horse and man and mail He paid the sons of Hunding well For Sigmund’s death upon the field With his father’s death avenged Regin bade him keep his vow So to Gnitaheath they rode To Fafnir’s desolate home A hole Sigurd dug in that barren heath To await the serpent And strike him where he’s weak That dragon crawled to water Spitting poison at each breath Over Sigurd’s hole he crawled And the hero saw his chance He plunged Gram in Fafnir’s heart! As burning blood touched barren earth The terror helmed could taste his death Words came with his breath’s escape What mere boy could bring his end? Cursed rings bought with a father’s blood Brought the hoard-guard judgement of Norns As the clouds covered his eyes Warning words became his final cry Spiteful words one would expect to flow from a serpent’s tongue But traitorous mouths sometimes speak with truth Motherless son, that cursed gold, will only bring your doom That bright and glowing treasure, those rings will be your death! Oh serpent, by a young man slain Cleared vision as blood runs from your veins Know now cursed gold your ending Your last breath’s a wasted warning The coward Regin emerged from hiding, with Ridil he opened the beast Brother’s blood he drank and took his brother’s heart to make his feast As Sigurd cooked Regin lay plotting death for Sigmund’s son But by fire’s bite and speech of birds Sigurd learned of the traitor’s mind What more could one expect From one who brought his brother’s death? Sigurd took up his mighty blade And took the head of the smith He took the rings and the shining gold And with them bought his doom He left that land on Grani’s back To Hindarfell he rode A burning mountain with a rampart of shields and behind a sleeping maid With Gram he cut the flesh binding mail, and the shieldmaiden awoke A daughter and a slayer of kings, gave battle’s ruler to Sigmund’s son Runes she taught him and rings they gave to seal their tragic vows Sigurd rode out from that place Glittering gold made rich his vestige A dragon blazoned on his arms So serpent slayer all would know To Heimir’s home he came Men marvelled at such a figure A place they offered in their hall So he might make their glory greater The battle maiden won by Sigurd Bore the dragonslayer’s son But lust for glory ever called him And he left for Gjuki’s land Sword strife strong were Gjuki’s sons But all could see Sigurd was stronger Grimhild sought Sigurd as a kin With cursed tricks, forgetful ale she brewed Gudrun served that memory poison Sigurd drank it deep, forgot So he took the hand of Gudrun None knew what great doom they’d wrought Grimhild thought Gunnar should marry Brynhild past the wavering flames Sigurd took his form to cross them And Grani carried back his master’s bane Brynhild still loved only Sigmund’s son But she could not tear him from young Gudrun A maiden scorned, consumed by revenge A heart of malice, she planned Sigurd’s death Guttorm took his sword As Sigurd lay in sleep He stood over the Volsung And plunged life’s taker deep The mortal blow woke Sigurd He gave Gram his last work Guttorm’s torso left the room But his lower half did not Fire made ashes the final bed of Fafnir’s bane Wood eater consumed the greatest man of any age The life so strong that dragon’s breath and battle could not claim Could not escape the cursed fate that Otter’s gold had gave And as he burned already bards began to sing his lay Kvasir’s gift keeps living, he who treachery has slain For northern tongues will always praise great glory that was earned And all true sons of northern lands remember Sigurd’s name! Sing of Sigurd son of Sigmund Let northern ears hear his name Sing a mighty hero’s tale The greatest hero man has made Hail to the day! Hail to the sons of day! Hail to the night and her kin! With gracious eyes may you look upon us And give victory to those sitting here Hail to the Aesir! Hail to the Goddesses! Hail to the mighty, fecund earth! Eloquence and native wit may give to us two famous ones And healing hands while we live

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Shieldbrother delivers tales of glory with the triumphant title track “Shieldbrother” and the furious “Furor Teutonicus,” sorrowful tales of woe such as the mournful “Battle Scarred” and the dirge-like “Mount Badon,” a 17-minute epic entitled “Sigurd’s Song,” the obligatory folk metal drinking song (with an ISENMOR twist) “Drink to Glory,” and more tales steeped in the myth and history of the dark ages.

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released October 9, 2020

Isenmor is:
Nick Schneider - violin & lead vocals
Tim Regan - guitar & vocals
Mike Wilson - bass & vocals
Mark Williams - violin
Jon Lyon - keys & vocals
Pete Lesko - lead guitar
David Spencer - drums

Additional Credits:
Additional lead guitar by Carter Cassedy
Additional rhythm guitar by Mike Wilson
Acoustic guitar on “Wanderlust” and “Sigurd’s Song” by Mike Wilson
Mandolin on “Kings of the Cold Mountain” by Nick Schneider & Mike Wilson
Mandolin on “Drink to Glory” by Nick Schneider
Cello on “Sigurd’s Song” by Keith Williams
Additional keys/sequencing by Mike Wilson & Tim Regan

Production:
Produced by Mike Wilson, Mark Williams, & Tim Regan
Mixed by Tim Regan
Mastered by Dan Swanö / Unisound
Recorded exclusively beneath full moons Spring 2016 through Winter 2019 at The Old Loft (Columbia, MD), The Beer Cellar (Elkridge, MD), The Halls of Glory (Savage, MD), and Asar un Nefer (Columbia, MD)
Photo by Michelle Spencer

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Isenmor Baltimore, Maryland

ISENMOR is dual-violin-fronted Gewyrdelic Folc Metal. Combining elements of folk metal greats ENSIFERUM, HEIDEVOLK, ELUVEITIE, FALKENBACH, and TÝR, ISENMOR fuses the heart of the Old World with the spirit of those who sought out new shores.

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