Sigrblot - Blodsband (Blood Religion Manifest) (Full Album) 2009

Tracklisting:
1. Opening Mass (Let Us Pray)
2. Krigspsalm - (War Psalm)
3. Manifest (Blood Religion Part II)
4. Chaos Prayer; Deus Bellum (God of War)
5. Crisis of Faith
6. Doende Generations Dom
7. Odesjord
8. Blodsband (related by blood)
9. Hirdsang
10. Folkstorm
11. Sacrament (Blood Religion Part I)
12. Commie Scum (Fortress Cover)
13. Untitled (Part of "Commie Scum" on the album)
14. Endtime Communion

15. Untitled

---2. Krigspsalm - (War Psalm)
The driving force behind the new world view, the basis of the reborn Europe, are the racial values ​​that have not yet become a living consciousness. Soul means race seen from within while race is the physical exterior of the soul – the vitality of the soul is thus vital to the continued existence of the race.
To revive the folk-soul means to reintroduce its importance; a subconscious influence in thought, folk belief and art. Through these channels thousands of voices will tune into our own and these will penetrate millions of souls and set them on fire!
The social upheaval of the next world is not characterized by class struggle, not by conflicts between political ideologies or church dogmas, but by a decision when blood and blood are pitted against each other, when peoples collide - a racial chaos on a psychological battlefield. An inevitable consequence of events that seal unwritten history, the final settlement between different spiritual values.
----3. Manifest (Blood Religion Part II)
The life of a race, of a people, is not a philosophically logical developement nor even a process which unfolds in terms of natural law. It is the formation of a mystical synthesis, of an activity of the soul which cannot be explained by rational deduction nor made intelligible through analysis of cause and effect. Comprehending the essence, the inner heart of a culture, consists therefore in elucidating its highest religious, moral, scientific, and aesthetic values. These determine its total rhythm and simultaneously qualify the reciprocal relationship and arrangements of human powers.
The nordic essence has been plunged into its greatest hour of peril. Forces eating away at the inside of every land, together with the raw sewage of the lower depths obligate everyone concerned about the total culture of Europe to create a solid front of nordic destiny which shall cut across the artificial confrontation of victors and vanquished of the Great War.
To the extent that the invading ethos succeeds in weakening the original races and peoples and their ideas – even physically undermining and subjugating them – it signifies the death of a culture soul and its disappearance even in its external manifestations, from the face of the earth. After such catastrophes, it is possible for the spiritual forces to regroup around the old foci and to generate a new form of being. Under a new myth the blood which died may live again. In its mystical sign, the cells of the germanic folkish soul renew themselves. Today that new faith is awakening – the mythos of the blood; The belief that to defend the blood is also to defend the divinity in man. It is a belief, effulgent with the brightest knowledge, that nordic blood respresents that mysterium which has overcome and replaced the older sacraments.
----4. Chaos Prayer; Deus Bellum (God of War)
Revocation of government – never bend knee to the iron heel! Declaration of unrelenting state of war – not a step of ground given until it is soaked in blood! The point of our racial core’s overwhelming is the hallmark of the end. There can be no salvation – beyond the dawn of the final day. Impending doom greeted with violence. Even as civilization decends into oblivion, among the ruins we shall gather to engulf this world in flames. Close the death grip on the very fundaments of their reign.
Wotan – Mars – Ares – Balor! De Spiritus Bellum; Ancestral power of warlust – unborn kindred claim your sword and the guardian bloodlines lie sealed beneath our soil.
Revocation of government – crush and annihilate the desert tribe chokehold! Declaration of unrelenting state of war – to summon and bring about the renaissance of steel! Gaze into the Abyss beyond the darkness. Meet the stare of the ever-watchful eye – by blade and chalice arise, for past and future are one. Come, hour of Great Purge! Pleading, agony, pain – see the terror in their eyes, scourge this earth with fire! We are judge and jury, our lives each a blade across their throats.
De Spiritus Bellum; Ancestral power of warlust – unborn kindred claim your sword and the guardian bloodline lies sealed beneath our soil.

Crisis of Faith

Living under this scourge of historical distortion, bound by the laws of the puppet masters’ whores – what is a life to live among hollow bodies with no soul? Our spirits fell victim with the coming of the second Great Plague. Why do they bother to breathe when they are not alive? This must surely be the endtimes that has fallen upon us. Is it possible I have become a prophet who doubts his own vision? Perhaps this is all for the best, I’m no longer sure we deserve to exist.

May their treachery be remembered and memories cursed! As did emperors and kings, the rulers seek immortality in monuments. Their ruins shall remain to tell the story of the final times of tyrants who manipulated the past to control our future.

We have explored, triumphed and ruled – such is the way of man. Now we are to apologize, to stand in debt to those once conquered? For collective guilt we should stand and watch our heritage raped, to do nothing as our future follow the cattle down the valley of death? Hah! I owe nothing to anyone but my own race. In the end I will probably not have changed anything – but rather spit in the shepherd’s eye than to follow his cain.

May their treachery be remembered and memories cursed! As did emperors and kings, the rulers seek immortality in monuments. Their ruins shall remain to tell the story of the final times of tyrants who manipulated the past to control our future

We sing the deathsongs awaiting calamity, grinning as your world is torn asunder. I will welcome and embrace death knowing that it will claim you all!

The tides of time will always wash and ebb. Ages come to pass, leaving legacy in memory – remembrance of martyrs fading into legends. Tales of betrayal forever carved in stone. Peace at last to men of good will... and Death at last to treacherous bastards!

Doende Generations Dom

Are you never struck by the thought that servitude is tiring, to live in constant anxiety and with your throat exposed? Seeing their sons ignored, is that typical of our tribe? Your daughters are being humiliated, does it bother you at all? Is it not noticeable that we are being displaced from our own land, left to a life in a soulless landscape of concrete? Is the fear of being branded really so strong that you continue to live on your knees awaiting our doom? Can you truthfully claim that the elected officials have your trust, that you have no idea what is going on in the corridors of power? Don't you hold them responsible for what they brought here, when in decades they destroyed what we had for hundreds of years?

Unleash the werewolf soul from before! Repopulate gallows hill, kick in their door! Let the wolves of vengeance hunt again! Drag them out into the light, kill the ones that didn't escape!

No, spit in their face and openly show your contempt when they make their laws and forbid words and writings. Still, it is not they who possess real power, we all know who it is and see their poison daily; Reject their lies and see a banished reality! What is a truth worth if it must be protected by laws?

Those who ban their own cultural heritage and what we all know, these are the first to dig their own graves!

Unleash the werewolf soul from before! Repopulate gallows hill, kick in their door! Let the wolves of vengeance hunt again! Drag them out into the light, kill the ones that didn't escape! Prepare to hear the judgment of the dead when Armageddon silences the last note of the trumpet. Runes of victory call to our final battle - black sons of the sun, lightning of our time.

Odesjord

Our nation has emerged as a work of divine will. Woe to him who wishes to make all men equal! Nature did not create trees, shrubs, herbs, and grasses for a species to come from them, but rather for each species to exist by itself. Like a tree growing together from similar roots, a nation grows as a living whole. Either way, it becomes one and is strongest in its individuality. Everything that is of his blood belongs to the individual.

A people knows no borders of a country – through the bond of blood all are bound to one mother. The Germanic nation is a nationality of a hundred million and every German belongs to it wherever he may live. A nation is indestructible as long as its roots derive their strength from the earth. It is true that summers and winters pass, but it continues to blossom renewed by indestructible life, and ends in the stream of forces rising from its roots against the divine will. What is it like when individuals fall? It is as if the wind blows the leaves off the trees; each spring creates new ones in the eternal exchange.

The various nationalities are the greatest and most magnificent creations of nature on this earth. There is no establishment in the world, no party and no church that has the right to make all men equal or to rob them of even the smallest part of their racial individuality.

Blodsband (related by blood)

In your blood you carry the sacred heritage of your fathers and forefathers. You do not know them, they walk in an endless line into the darkness of the past - but they all live in you and through your blood they can today travel all over the earth. Because of this, your blood is holy. Through it, your parents gave you not only your body but also your innermost being. To deny one's blood is to deny oneself!

Everyone has the ability to increase the good parts of their heritage and suppress the bad parts - because everyone has been given will and courage. You have not only the right but also the duty to pass on your blood through your offspring—for you are a link in the chain of the race that stretches from far back in time to the distant future. The chain must never be broken!

If your blood carries any qualities that make your children unhappy or make them a burden to our people, then you have the heroic duty to end the chain. Blood is the carrier of life. You carry the secret of creation within you! Your blood is holy, for in it lives the divine will.

Hirdsang

A declaration of war issued a long time ago still prevails today - every day that passes does so in the sign of warfare. The battle that now stands is not one with weapons in hand, the battle that is now being fought is not located on the battlefield, the threat our tribe now faces is not this time physical and the shadow that covers our land is not cast by a hostile army.

Struggle! The final battle concerns the consciousness of our countrymen. The dissidents of truth are today the guardians of the mother earth. Victory! Then algiz is sealed in our people's soul for eternity, our eternal monument in the dawn of rebirth.

Beware, you who give your voice to the mouthpiece of power - you who know the truth but pass it on as a lie. A word of warning to you who serve foreign masters - when the bugle horn sounds, it is your judgment that is announced! Future generations are the noose of the gallows and the echo of blood vengeance is the blade of the sharpener.

Struggle! The final battle concerns the consciousness of our countrymen. The dissidents of truth are today the guardians of the mother earth. Victory! Then algiz is sealed in our people's soul for eternity, our eternal monument in the dawn of rebirth.

Behold the age when events themselves are allowed to speak, the age when words lose all meaning. See the time when the pen is exchanged for the sword, when stem and soil are probed with steel. Hail the time when events themselves are allowed to speak - the age when words lose all meaning! Hell the time when the pen is exchanged for the sword - when stem and soil are probed with steel!

Folkstorm

Echoing through mountains and valleys, our hymns shall resound. Thundering over forest and land, the call of the war drum will sound - as the uprising against the rule of the shadow people begins: blood will flow in Svea Rike!

Let the spiritual folk storm seal the triumph of the will! When the three hundred and forty-nine damned are burned at the stake in fires fed by the writings of lies, the chaos will end in its ashes and the memory of it fade away in its smoke. Of this you may tell, let this be known - watch the world tremble as living history is written. Then Svitjod listens to memories in blood and bones.

Echoing through mountains and valleys, our hymns shall resound. Thundering over forest and land shall the call of the war drum sound - when the enemy has been driven from our soil and blood covers our streets and squares. Merciless is our united will as we reap the fruits of years of hatred. The downfall of tyranny is written in the monumental cleansing fire, the flames that consume its rulers – the flames that burn the castle of anarchy.

To achieve this requires relentless courage from each individual and an entire generation. Chaos has never been mastered by the coward, new worlds have never been created by cowards.

Sacrament (Blood Religion Part I)
Today we have no great warlords as we are not yet ourselves. The dawning Great War has not yet brought them forth because no one has yet attained the inner realization that he fought and died for a new myth. Today millions ponder before the grave of the unknown soldier. The eyes of all nations gaze upon grim tombs of war.

Soon we will realize that these countless men of the white race are martyrs. All of them being both sacrificial victims of a collapsed age and heralds of a new one. The dead of today are the living links between millions of individuals, for they are the founders of the folkish myth. They are the most sublime witnesses to the eternity of race and folk. Once this is realized the warriors of the Great War will be born. Also, a new culture and a new art will one day be able to develop from this myth.

Today this inner voice demands fulfillment of the myth of ancestry and soul. Conquest of mind – race and ego. Triumph of will – blood and honour! These virtues must reign alone and uncompromisingly – They must carry and determine the whole of life. The myth of Europa demands that these dead heroes have not fallen in vain. It is no longer detracted by peripheral values alongside it. The personalities must close around the centre of the folk and race soul. It demands a worldwide revolution.

Endtime Communion part 1

Unsheathe the blade of reversed creation and silence the Trumpet of Resurrection. Let the clawing hands of judgement embrace the throat of a failed entity to snap the spine of man. Grinning jaws reveal fangs of punishment tearing into the leper flesh of humankind, gnawing on the rotting bones of genesis.

The CONQUEROR sailed into the ports of Europe
We hailed Him from the shore!

WAR cracked the earth and scarred the land
We rallied to his hammer!

FAMINE sowed the seeds of our soil
We reaped his crops!

DEATH rode the pathways of the realm
We wandered beside Him!

...and Hades followed us, and we were given the power to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by beasts of the earth. For the great day of our wrath has come, and none will stand before it.

Pierced limbs display damnation's stigmata as bleedings hands
reach towards the sky. The thorn clad crown of a fallen kingdom sends tainted blood flowing into weary eyes. Call upon the faceless clerics to deliver the anointing of the sick. The last rites for our very essence, so that we may rest in peace. The elixir of bereavement fills our goblet as we submit to the final communion:

The body of Europe
The blood of Europe
The body of Europe keep you in eternal pain
The blood of Europe keep you in eternal shame
The bread of Europe, broken by you
The blood of Europe, shed by you
The bread of heaven ground to dust
The cup of life, barren as its host
Salvation lies in the flaming chalice

Endtime Communion part 2

Cast aside the shackles of dogma and humility, thus adopting the doctrines of the end of all time. The stone tablet of Moses reduced to rubble as his tribe wanders scattered in the spiritual desert. Their covenant broken with the fall of Sinai; the altar of perversion cracked from its core. From the burning abyss, purgatory's prophets chant revelations not scribed on parchment nor carved in wood - but falling upon the earth as they are uttered. Surfacing from the sea, out of mountains, in the wind and raining from the raging heavens themselves. We have found our messiah, received his blessing and witnessed his ascension.