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Release Date: 2012-07Label: Forever Plagued Records
Immortal Pride - was recorded in days 98 05 12 - 98 10 24.Immortal Pride was recorded in Eastclan Forge and Tuba Studio - Wroclaw..
Comes with poster 18" × 24".
German BPjM (Federal Authority for Publications unsafe for the Youth) forbade the sale of 4 GRAVELAND albums in Germany (namely, "Following The Voices Of Blood", "Immortal Pride", "In The Glare Of Burning Churches", "The Celtic Winter").
In may 2008 German Police invaded office of No Colours records and confiskated about 1500 of these old cd's of Graveland. After this act of repression, these Graveland albums are moved to label from USA Forever Plagued Records
Reedition CD 2010 Immortal Pride soon!
LP reissue 2012 by Forever Plagued Records !
After many years of being completely sold out from No Colours Records. Comes the reissue of Graveland's infamous "Immortal Pride" record on vinyl. All original artwork and logos with excellent sound despite its lengthy runtime. Comes with a nice large 18" x 24" poster B&W with photo from the those days. Produced for Graveland fans by Graveland fans!
IMMORTAL PRIDE
Packs of hungry wolves are waiting for their blind victims at the edge of dense wood... red from hatred wild eyes burn with fierce fire... hunger for blood... hunger for hearts... hunger for mangled throats.... devour their entrails with pain... soon they will satisfy their hunger... victims are coming
Cross held in hands will lose certainty...when pitiless death will reach throats of terrified slaves of christ....nothing will save them... soon their dead bodies will mark end of their march... march of fools and clowns, blind men full of conceit...
Three nights ago one could see fire glows on the horizon... emblems and trophies of my fiends were burning... smell of blood and smoke brought answer... we knew that this day would come and we would start a battle against christ's servants... witches knew what to do... they went to the deepest parts of the woods to summon wild allies we sharpened our swords... and fed fire with mead we were waiting for those that had our brothers blood on their hands
Blind men came in rags... only just few miserable human mere pittance... something scared them... they were not full of conceit anymore.... fear blunt their greedy looks... their god left them... our wolves had a huge feast... witches did their job... our enemy fled in a panic stright in our swords... it made me happy... it always make me happy when wolves kill my enemies...
We did not wait for a long time... our leader did not know what pity was...we started a battle when we heard horns...my eyes delighted with massascre...my hand infliced deadly blows.... cry of dying men made me feel as a wild animal... I imbrued with blood mud... last of christ's slaves hit with spear fell down... before he died we tore cross off his neck... there was no alive christain among us.... our leader ordered us to find a body of their lord and cut his head off and impale him... to satisfy Gods of Woods and sprits of our ancestors... we showed his dead body to people to frighten our foes and give pleasure to our women and children.
This man that dared to baptize and plunder primeval lands of my ancestors was punished and now his body lies in Gniezno cathedral and his name is damned among my Folk forever.
"Christian butchers that today are adored as saints murdered my ancestors that full of immortal pride did not want to accept strange faith"