Lombolo - Irminsûl || MUSIC VIDEO (Folk Metal / Pagan Metal / Viking Metal 2021)

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The song represents the fight against imperialism that minorities and indigenous peoples face every day. The lyrics come from Guitarist Walerius, himself a member of the Tornedalian minority in Sweden. Irminsûl is also the first Lombolo song to feature the Kantele, a traditional Finnish instrument.

Lombolo is a young up-and-coming folk metal band from Sollentuna, Sweden. Putting their own flute-heavy spin on folk metal every member of the trio shares vocal duties (ranging from cleans to growls to fry shrieks). Their sound blends traditional Scandinavian music with power metal and melodic death metal and their lyrics deal with history and folklore. Besides the flute, the bands also employ the use of the kantele, the accordion and the mandolin in their music. For fans of Ensiferum, Wind Rose, Eluveitie, Korpiklaani, Finntroll and Turisas.

Lyrics SE (EN below):
I höstens brinnande färger
Nordöst marscherar en frankisk här
Bärandes en flamma av guld
Ska de rasera vårt hem och vår tro

Hans svärd och hans spira ska bringa svaret på
Hans dröm om att bli konungars konung

Irminsûl, nu sjunger vi kvädet
Blodstänkt jord, kring det heliga trädet
Världars mord, de fällde vår frihet
Bränt vår tro, men tar aldrig vår stolthet

Trädens kronor brinner och
Westfalen har fallit i lågor
Men från döden skall en
Vit hingst resa sig igen

Hans svärd och hans spira ska bringa svaret på
Hans dröm om att bli konungars konung

Irminsûl, nu sjunger vi kvädet
Blodstänkt jord, kring det heliga trädet
Världars mord, de fällde vår frihet
Bränt vår tro, men tar aldrig vår stolthet

Hemsökt flammar himlen, borta med vinden, förbi är vår tid
Gamla gudars skymning, en flod utan mynning, men ej slut på vår strid
Sjung nu sorgens sånger, fyllda med ånger, vi gräms det ikväll
Fäll då tyngdens tårar, av gångna vårar, sen begrav dem med eld



Lyrics EN:
In the burning colours of autumn
The Frankish force marches northeast
Flying the flame of gold on their banner
They come to destroy our home and our faith

His dreams of grandeur
are justified by the Lord,
King over kings either
by sceptre or by the sword

Irminsûl, Dishallowed by God's will
Bloodied soil, We'll sing while it's here still
Worlds ablaze, They burned our freedom
Fallen faith, But can't scorch our pride

The treetops are aflame
Westfalen is burning
But a white steed
shall rise from the dead

His dreams of grandeur
are justified by the Lord,
King over kings either
by sceptre or by the sword

Irminsûl, Dishallowed by God's will
Bloodied soil, We'll sing while it's here still
Worlds ablaze, They burned our freedom
Fallen faith, But can't scorch our pride

Haunted, the sky is ablaze now
It's gone to the flames now
And left us behind

Our time is ending
But we'll never surrender
We're the last of our kind

Sing now, songs to accept now
Our rage and regret now
Our sorrow and ire

Shed tears heavy with worry
To the gods that were buried
and burned in the fire