„Il davomezdi, sch‘el d‘eira là sulet, as dudiva be il tic-tac da l‘ura da paraid. Ma eir sulet nu til gniva mai lungurus, i paraiva cha‘l temp scuttess be daspera, las uras schmütschivan sainza pais...“
Am lascha sentir la preschentscha
Co per dir cha tü est adüna qua
Dod tia vusch riond, d‘inviern e da stà
‘Meis char, sulet mai nu‘t lascharà’
Mürs indesdrüabels, illa foura perd eu tuot
Vegn a fuond, in malura. Am lascha bain ir suot
Am stira aval, eu perisch, tuot es ruot
Temmantà e plain inquietezza. Tremblöz, mincha not
„El vezza il quader da la fnestra, ün toc tschêl, la siluetta da la muntogna. Il favuogn nu dà pos, va marmuognond intuorn chasa, squassa ils uschöls, sofla tras las s-chandellas dal tet. Sch‘el chatta alch entrada pro‘l tablà, as sfua‘l subit aint in piertan e sü da s-chala, lura scruoscha dapertuot sco in üna chasa da malspierts.“
You can already hear the extraordinary qualities of Tyrannemord on this one. The songs are so flawlessly built that they drag you in automatically. When songwriting is not only an ability but an art. I'm holding my breath to what these guys will create in the next years. mourner
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024