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To the Shores of N​ó​rth​ó​r

by Baumbart

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The year is 107 Duuran Era in the Eastern dwarf-lands. Far from the rough western coasts, in the very East of Nórthór lies the mighty realm of Duur, a folk of brave, long-bearded dwarves, noble and kindhearted as none of the other dwarves. For a long time this folk's king was the king of whole Nórthór and back in those days there was harmony and peace. But decades ago a gruesome king mounted the western realm's throne and brought misery and fear to the coasts of Nórthór. He reigned the shores and havens and enslaved all foreign merchants that durst to sail the Nórthan streams and rivers. And he formed such a strong army that not even the bravest and greatest folks were able to defeat it. But the world is turning and who knows, whether there will be once one or not.
2.
Blood of the lords and the crown of the king Has sunk in the driftsand of neverending dark. Tears of the falling and blood of the dead Has soaked the banks of Nórthórs vein of life. Towns have been burned and homes got destroyed, Children got orphaned und families torn apart. Torn apart and hidden in the dark They ask themselves: Is there any chance of hope? Thousands died on the battlefields Thrown into the Deep Stream, Turned into a crimson River, Turned into a River of BLOOD! A Western Threat has grown In lands of Dwarven kings. The Vicious mounted the throne To conquer! To torment The Ancient Eastern Kingdom's Tormented Ancestors! A Western Threat has grown, The Vicious One has mounted the THRONE! Time went by and the blood chased away, But the fear remained in the hearts of hidden men. Starving, forgotten and craving for revenge They wait in their forts of the rutted Mounts of Dawn. Swords and plans were forged in their dens For taking revenge for the torment, they endured. But in the end: Who knows, what will come? What the future will bring to the men of Cyane Fields? The Vicious One has crowned himself To rule Nórthórs west, Turned into an evil force, To conquer which remains! (CHORUS) Here I stand on the battlefields See my fallen brothers It shall never be forgotten, 'akh Ghand nal Bhánam Al'adúr ("The Battle of the Crimson Stream") Thousands died on the battlefields Thrown into the Deep Stream, Turned into a crimson River, Turned into a River of BLOOD! (CHORUS) To conquer! To torment The Ancient Eastern Kingdom's Tormented Ancestors! A Western Threat has grown, The Vicious One has mounted the THRONE!
3.
Infinitive sources of ore were found in the Southern Mountains Is this the turn to a new Thousandsprings? Is this the key to our wealth? But how shall we sell it? El'úthó's folks are poor. And Líthon, the Westland, unsung and obscure! Yet it's said, that the East is reigned by Dwarfs And dwarfs are known for steel! In their halls of stone many swords have been born For the great kings of the East So let's set the sails for the unknown! Set the sails for foreign shores Set the sail for the unknown land, Let the fate guide us to Nórthór! So let's set the sails for the dwarf lords! Set the sails for Eastern shores Set the sail for the unknown land, Nórthór in the East! Nórthór in the East! Now the journey begins, a long way into the unknown We don't know what will come, don't know, who returns But we will carry on! FOR OUR HOMELAND! FOR OUR COUNTRY! FOR THE KING! FOR OUR HOMELAND! FOR OUR COUNTRY! FOR THE KING! For the king! Eastwards and southwards we sail, Over endless, deep blue sea, Free as we've never been before, On the way to Eastern shores! So let's set the sails for the unknown! Set the sails for foreign shores Set the sail for the unknown land, Let the fate guide us to Nórthór! So let's set the sails for the dwarf lords! Set the sails for Eastern shores Set the sail for the unknown land, Nórthór in the East! Nórthór in the East! Nórthór in the East!
4.
The longer we drift upon the Great Center Sea The more does our hope fade away Twentythree days and the same count of nights Passed by since we've left our home Storms have tortured us Forced us to our knees The shores still aren't in sight! The twentyfourth day upon the Great Center Sea Was the turn of our journey Both painful and lucky for us was the storm That brought back the westerly winds Cause in this great and heavy storm Our provision got over board And a quarter of our crew died in the waves But the journey has to be carried on Storms are torturing us Forcing us to our knees The shores still aren't in sight!
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(Instrumental)
6.
The Assault 03:35
They've hidden in the bushes, they hidden in the fields Until they shot their arrows straight into our shields When spears had torn our sails, there was no escape After storms have tortured us, these dwarfs are our fate! The Deep Stream in the East Is reigned by evil dwarves The deep stream of Nórthór Will it be our death? We started with hope, some died in the waves And in dwarven land's our fate: to be slaves This far and no further, our journey has an end In a dwarven prison our time will be spent
7.
A hollow bell from far away Is ringing in our ears A hollow bell is heard by us Sign of new day's pain Our "work" begins, down in the shaft Mining tin for dwarven lords Dwarven lords, our legends tell, are kind and noble men The real world though tells wholly other stories In fact we heard from other slaves, There are noble dwarves in Nórthór, But far, far in the East they live, In the mountains of the Springs of the Deep Stream And we have sworn us, if we ever Find a way outside this hell We will sail to them And they shall show us Nórthan hospitality as it's told But for now... We carry a burden of darkest dreams We walk through hellfire and flames Being slaves to the evil that lives in the Eastern lands We toil and we drudge in the pits of doom We'll die in this hell and dig our own tombs And crying blood and tears! We're crying bloody tears! Crying seagulls in my dreams of raging winds in bluish sails And breaking waves at our hull Every night and day Is this the truth? Is this our end? Is this a dream? What fate intends? (CHORUS)
8.
When time has come to become stronger, the wise and sage ones will gather. When time has come to fight, the brave and strong ones will prepare. And time now has come. Right in the middle of Nórthór it took place, that servants of the gruesome dwarf-king beheaded the venerable king of the ancient men-kingdom of Wolven Moon. Immediately the old and noble folk cried out for vengeance and gathered a giant army from all of Leafy Forest to march into the tormented land at the shores. So time had come to rise and the wise and brave ones rose.
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"Assault! Enslavement! Murder! Beheading! Revenge! We the folk of bravery, folk of moon and stars so bright, We, the folk from Leafy Forest, folk of wolven night, Avenge oneself for the beheading of our venerable king! AAAAAHHHH!!!" The war between our oppressor and the foreign wolven knights Was a turn in our own destiny! As the war got fiercer and fiercer, dead bodies were lying on the ground, We took our chance to break free, from our unguarded jail! We take weapons from fallen dwarfs, Sneaking through the battlefields Until we're free! The way to freedom was paved by a Wolven Moon! By the head of a king and the blood of a thousand men! The price, that is paid will be high But the gruesome king will die! We take a ship and we set sail But where to go to be Finally free? (CHORUS)
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Freedom 02:36
Hours have passed since our lucky escape The dwarven ship is hard to sail In heavy fog above this land We slowly can see a shape On the highest branch of the biggest oak On these far-reaching meadows From his nocturnal sleep a falcon awoke And Hjálmar, our captain spoke: "Fly proudly, oh falcon, you native of the air Free as you are - fly everywhere Of your freedom, my friend, take very good care Cause without it you'll be lost in despair!" And as if the falcon had understood It stretched its silver wings And the wind has carried it far away To the plains and hills and springs! "Sail proudly, my fellows, brave men of Thousandsprings Free as you are - live, sail and sing Of our freedom, my friends, we'll take very good care And to the Eastern dwarves we will fare!" Lalalai lala lai... We have no ore! We have no gold! But the last thing dying is our hope No return! Too far we have come! Let us sing, let us hum Our songs from home!
11.
A wanderer that we have met At the river's southern shore Has told us stories 'bout a dragon In these darkblue stream. Older than the Nórthan mountains - IS THE DRAGON! Before the cloudy skies were born - HE WAS BORN! The beast lives in the depth of blue And terrorizes Deep Stream sailors So usually noone sails upon it East of Leafy Woods - WHERE HE LIVES! The beast arrives at day or night And will perform a deadly fight A sudden death awakes Death by a dragon snake - WHICH HE IS! FIRE Arises from the water! DEATH Will overcome us all! (Solo S. Weiand) Hjálmar fired a deadly arrow Straight into the dragon's eye The beast has died with a deafening cry And sunk to the ground of the deepblue stream
12.
With nothing to trade we reached this journey's end. Brought by destiny and fate we came to the Duuran land. The land, where mighty mountains highly soar above The Plains, And well-earned dwarven pride for all eternity remains. Where water falls a thousand feet from auburn rocks to streams so deep And kings of dwarffolk reign so kind that noone cruelty has to mind. From miles afar we can see the giant gate A hundred feet's the height and half a hundred is it wide Astonished we stare at this masterpiece, the dwarven stonesmiths' legacy As we sail slowly on and on. Another mile upstream we sailed, The moment of truth came close Anxiety in us arose Fear that we could have failed. But the dwarven noblemen had heard about our story And awfully they regretted, what happened in the West To the king of Duur we were conducted by great and august dwarven knights To the king who sat in front of the dwarven gate The king heard from the dragons death and he spoke: "Regardless of whether you can show me your El'úthan ore or not And regardless of whether it is excellent - as you might tell me or not The Duuran dwarves would never reject such brave and dedicate people like you!" And whilst he spoke these gracious words, I looked to the heavens above The sun had set and on the Western skies the moon had risen When suddenly in the East as well, a second moon arose A second moon, so bright and gorgeous, rises at the Eastern skies He lights the way, that we have come and we will fare again Rise, oh beauty of the night, second moon above us, rise! A second moon, it shines so bright, high at the Eastern skies He lights the way, we've come alone and fare again with friends Rise, oh beauties of the night, the two of you, rise And light our homeward way!
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When times are tough and the world needs something more than lonesome heroes, the gods will lend their hands to those who deserve it. And so it comes, that there will always be unions against the evil, when- and whereever it will appear.

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This conceptional album – set in the fantasy world Ellínór – tells the story of thirtythree brave merchants from the land of Thousandsprings that sail above the Great Center Sea to the Eastern continent of Nórthór, where they hope to find new possibilities of trading. At the same time in Nórthór there is an uprising of eager dwarves that attack major parts of Nórthór to suppress all other folks to reign above the West of the continent.

Everything begins with a discovery of a huge amount of copper ore in the Southern Mountains of Thousandsprings and the question, where to sell it. Thousandsprings lies in the West of El’úthó and is a relatively poor folk by then. The king and his counselors see the discovery as an opportunity to reach wealth and prosperity, but without having an idea of where the wealth should come from. The neighbor folks on the El’úthan continent are not wealthier than the Men of Thousandsprings themselves and the Western continent Líthon is an unknown and unsung place that is feard by every El’úthan. The only possibility, they can think of, is the faraway Nórthór, deep in the East, at the other side of the Great Center Sea. Eventually the king decides to send his most famous and bravest shipmaster, Hjálmar the Brave, on an adventurous journey far into the East, without knowing something about the Uprising of the Eager Dwarves.

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released July 1, 2014

Baumbart is:
M.A. Brode - Vocals, Dist. Guitars
J.F. Hagen - Keys, Backing Vocals
Anton Müller - Bass Guitar
Nico Fürbach - Acoustic Guitars
Severin Weiand - Drums, Vocals, Keys, Dist. Guitars

Songs & Arrangement by Baumbart
Lyrics by M.A. Brode, Severin Weiand

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Severin Weiand

Logo art by Dominik Schäfer
Cover art by Janine Ehmer

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