Wenn auf düstrem Bergeskamme
Aufbrennt unsrer Sehnsucht Licht,
Und die heilge Glut der Flamme
Lodernd in die Weltnacht bricht,
Stehn wir ernst geschart im Kreise,
Starren in lebendige Glut,
Spüren stark die wilde heiße
Deutsche Stimme uns im Blut.
Brennen über uns die Sterne,
Brennt in uns das Herz voll Not,
Brennt der Ruf in alle Ferne!
Flammt, ein einziges Gebot.
Sonnwendfeuer, Notwendfeuer,
Endzeit du und Zeit der Wende!
Übergroß und ungeheuer
Zwingt es Hände nun in Hände.
supported by 7 fans who also own “Deutsche Sonnwend”
Music for all boys called Elis.
Elis, when the blackbird calls in the black wood, this is your downfall.
All Hail the ghosts of Monte Verità and the little rascals of Kibbo Kift. Mount Abraxas Press
Proceeds from this excellent new darkambient/neofolk comp from LEFT/FOLK goes to benefit American Near East Refugee Aid. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019
supported by 6 fans who also own “Deutsche Sonnwend”
Excellent medieval folk, IGR, & those with ears to hear. I love the sense of mysticism and deep, introspective ponder this album conveys, & the honest down-to-earth folky lyrics. Simply wonderful yet soulfully rich. Highlights for me are tracks 2, 5, 6, & 12. IGR truly capture what I feel is an authentic sense of a medieval bard at a woodland rill pondering the mysteries of life. Highly recommended. 8.5+/10. Alrihkh