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MYRKUR - Mareridt (Official Audio)

'Mareridt' out now on CD/LP/DLX 2xLP/Digital via Relapse Records Order Here: http://bit.ly/MyrkurMareridt Subscribe to Relapse Records Channel: http://bit.ly/RelapseYouTube Order on Bandcamp: http://myrkur.bandcamp.com Order on iTunes: http://geni.us/MareridtiT Order on Amazon: http://geni.us/MareridtAMZ Order on Google Play: http://geni.us/MareridtGP Mareridt (translation: Nightmare) is the highly anticipated sophomore full-length from renowned Danish composer and multi-instrumentalist MYRKUR. Recorded between Copenhagen and Seattle with producer Randall Dunn (Marissa Nadler, Earth, Sunn O))), Boris, Wolves In The Throne Room), Mareridt is a rich juxtaposition of the dark and the light; the moon and the mother earth; the witch and the saint. MYRKUR explores deeper into the mysterious and the feminine with 11 tracks that further progress her visionary blend of metal with gorgeous, stirring melodies, dark folk passages, choral arrangements and superb, horrific beauty. Further taking MYRKUR to new artistic heights are lyrics in multiple languages, an unforgettable collaboration with Chelsea Wolfe and an array of special instrumentation including violin, mandola, folk drums, nyckelharpa (an ancient Swedish key harp), and Kulning (an ancient Scandinavian herding call). Mareridt is a profound manifestation of nightmares that demonstrates MYRKUR as one of the truly exceptional artists of our time. Official Links: Myrkur Official Website: https://www.myrkurmusic.com/ Myrkur on Bandcamp: https://myrkur.bandcamp.com/ Myrkur on Facebook:   / myrkurmyrkur   Myrkur on Instagram:   / myrkurmyrkur   http://www.relapse.com   / relapserecords   http://www.relapserecords.bandcamp.com   / relapserecords     / relapserecords   Lyrics: i en sortgrøn skov hvor solens lys ej trænger ind her ligger jeg i det mørke træhus hvor støvet hvirvler om mit ansigt en kronhjort svæver deroppe dens øjne er så sorte og fulde af raseri i voldsomt fart den falder ned den vil knuse mine knogler gennemspidde mit bryst i det lille hus jeg ligger alene men jeg hører nogen hoste bag det mørke kammers lukkede port derinde ligger en død kone hun pludselig farer op mod mig jeg falder for hendes fødder Og på det støvede stengulv jeg overgiver mig til dig