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Buy the song, CDs and patches here: Listen on Spotify: Buy our merch: The song represents the fight against imperialism that minorities and indigenous peoples face every day. The lyrics come from Guitarist Walerius, himself a member of the Tornedalian minority in Sweden. Irminsûl is also the first Lombolo song to feature the Kantele, a traditional Finnish instrument. Lombolo is a young up-and-coming folk metal band from Sollentuna, Sweden. Putting their own flute-heavy spin on folk metal every member of the trio shares vocal duties (ranging from cleans to growls to fry shrieks). Their sound blends traditional Scandinavian music with power metal and melodic death metal and their lyrics deal with history and folklore. Besides the flute, the bands also employ the use of the kantele, the accordion and the mandolin in their music. For fans of Ensiferum, Wind Rose, Eluveitie, Korpiklaani, Finntroll and Turisas. Lyrics SE (EN below): I höstens brinnande färger Nordöst marscherar en frankisk här Bärandes en flamma av guld Ska de rasera vårt hem och vår tro Hans svärd och hans spira ska bringa svaret på Hans dröm om att bli konungars konung Irminsûl, nu sjunger vi kvädet Blodstänkt jord, kring det heliga trädet Världars mord, de fällde vår frihet Bränt vår tro, men tar aldrig vår stolthet Trädens kronor brinner och Westfalen har fallit i lågor Men från döden skall en Vit hingst resa sig igen Hans svärd och hans spira ska bringa svaret på Hans dröm om att bli konungars konung Irminsûl, nu sjunger vi kvädet Blodstänkt jord, kring det heliga trädet Världars mord, de fällde vår frihet Bränt vår tro, men tar aldrig vår stolthet Hemsökt flammar himlen, borta med vinden, förbi är vår tid Gamla gudars skymning, en flod utan mynning, men ej slut på vår strid Sjung nu sorgens sånger, fyllda med ånger, vi gräms det ikväll Fäll då tyngdens tårar, av gångna vårar, sen begrav dem med eld Lyrics EN: In the burning colours of autumn The Frankish force marches northeast Flying the flame of gold on their banner They come to destroy our home and our faith His dreams of grandeur are justified by the Lord, King over kings either by sceptre or by the sword Irminsûl, Dishallowed by God's will Bloodied soil, We'll sing while it's here still Worlds ablaze, They burned our freedom Fallen faith, But can't scorch our pride The treetops are aflame Westfalen is burning But a white steed shall rise from the dead His dreams of grandeur are justified by the Lord, King over kings either by sceptre or by the sword Irminsûl, Dishallowed by God's will Bloodied soil, We'll sing while it's here still Worlds ablaze, They burned our freedom Fallen faith, But can't scorch our pride Haunted, the sky is ablaze now It's gone to the flames now And left us behind Our time is ending But we'll never surrender We're the last of our kind Sing now, songs to accept now Our rage and regret now Our sorrow and ire Shed tears heavy with worry To the gods that were buried and burned in the fire
