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Great Migrations

by Wyrdstæf

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“Gather to me, Blood of my blood, Children of my hearth, How often we wandering ones Must wend away the worry Of kindred grievously snatched From the sky-fires’ blessed light.” So spoke the earth-stepper, A memorial of miseries, a lament of lives lost a keening call to the crumbling of kinsmen …and yet, I have heard another tale out ancient enemy, stout-hearted strongly ashen of skin, bereft of tongues whose countenance bedevils and strikes terror entwining into the hearts of the earths children, O’ thou have eyes Yet he sees not, Thou have a mouth Yet he speaks not, Thou clad thyself in hoary hide and huddle around the hungry blaze O’ ye wretched animals wicked and wild ye traverse the deepwald, we witnessed the weohs wrought in winters fastness stand firm against the brutish cold, …and yet, are we not akinned? The web of wyrd bewailing Two trees of the same root One ancient, accustomed as it were to deliberate their darkened existence, aged in spirit, remembering from afar as steadfast mountains recalling their youth in interminable ages, drawn silently to return to the earth The second, but a sapling standing defiant against the devouring cold Our quickening tools and words of wit, Our past is short yes, But our future? So bright. …and yet, are we not akinned? Oh how the space of years has spread, growing gloomy beneath the night helm, as if they never were Tracks of the beloved multitude, all that remain. …how the space of years has spread, Where are the wildmen? Where are their weohs? Where are the clan caves brightened with flame? Where are their tracks in the woods? No, Our roots though entwined, Now they sever. No more the ancient foe, All gone the ashen enemy, Lost for good, Our primordial forebears, Lost for good, are those eyes in the dark, Silent and steadfast, those who were old when we were but children. Who is wise must forken, How ghostly it will be when the world and hear creations stand wasted.

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The debut E.P of U.K black metal band Wyrdstæf.

At the dawn of the last Ice Age, during the Palaeolithic period, we follow the journey of a tribe of hunter-gatherers as they migrate across Northern Europe to escape the encroachment of the glacial ice sheets.

Our aim is to transport you back to the genesis of mankind, to tell the tale of an age long forgotten and condemned to the shrouding passage of time.

We revisit the dawn of our species, when our most ancient ancestors first embraced the call of fire, first walked the forests, plains and mountains of primordial Europe and hunted mammoth on the open steppes.
We will take you to a time where mankind was restless, free and strong, unbound by the shackles of modernity and civilisation, pure, unbowed and unbroken.

Welcome, to the old age of the stone.

credits

released June 20, 2021

Shaman - Vocals
Qatel - Guitar
Imrama - Bass
Valdr - Drums
Revenant - Electronics and Noise
Azgon - Ancient Instruments

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Wyrdstæf York, UK

Wyrdstæf is a is an extreme metal /dark ambient project which evokes the ancient stories of humans living in the prehistoric past. The era of Wyrdstæf is between the Palaeolithic and Mesolithic eras when humans lived in nomadic tribes of hunter-gatherers and migrated by foot across the world. ... more

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