Beyond scorched plains amassed by the sixth day creation
Within a vale benumbed with the chill of Death's vacation
Is where they dwell, bereaved of sustentation
The begotten heirs of a frigid father's bleak instruction
A most treacherous clan, blessed by the Frore Lord's hand.
WE ARE THE SONS OF HODIR
Through frostbitten peaks echoes our infamy
With such vehemency, we'll vanquish mortal fiend
Past vast lands and seas, reeking of blasphemy.
Heedlessly, gather all Ye sentiments and belongings
For tonight is the night we seek the meek for the offering
Wit, not a corpse shall be alive or in frailty
For what flows through these veins is laced with venery.
In the black of the night
We are the freezing bite crawling up your spine,
The congealing sting welcoming
WE ARE THE SONS OF HODIR
This wild 35-track all-metal benefit album features Mare Cognitum, Panopticon, and more reinventing songs by Tori Amos & others. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2020