Unfreeze the Old
Take B accelerates the mythological respiratory journey through aggressive tribal percussion and visceral gang shouts.
The stories behind Unfreeze the Old
- Pounding Drums and Choral Fire in Unfreeze the Old — Take B accelerates the mythological respiratory journey through aggressive tribal percussion and visceral gang shouts.
- Restoring Life in the Iron Chamber with Unfreeze the Old — A mythic folk metal epic frames mechanical ventilation and medical gas pressure as an ancient elemental battle.
Lyrics
The Throne
Crawls over
A cup of ice
The iron lungs cross
Still
Kill that rat Ha ha
Oh,
oh,
The desert strikes, the stonefall falls
The icy breath, the winter falls
The regulators choke on ice
The sleeping warriors pay the price
Thrifty chambers gasp for air I climb into the dragon's lair
Subterranean dark and chill
Where freezing shadows come to kill
Bring the torch, bring the flame, speak the sacred passion name
Break the permafrost in two, let the spirit river through
Un -dream, life in dream we are
Sleep, un -dream, oh
Lord
Hey!
Un -dream, life in dream we are
The bellows turn the lungs off
And we keep the living from the dead
We're glowing red with fire I smash
the ice upon the wire
The metaphor roars back away
The foundations of the castle shake
The oxygen surge is pure and wide
Into the wounded warrior sigh
Their chests rise up in rhythmic grace
Life restored to this holy place
Golden gave the breath of old
We guard the flame against the cold
No sickness steals our getaway
While iron keepers hold the day
Burn, red, leaf, light
In the ebrioste The bellows turn, the lungs are fed
We keep the living from the dead
60 pounds of pressure
the frost has broken free children are near
God
