Shadows of Man

by Scimitar

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Milo Bloom
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Milo Bloom Knights Collapse is the metal song about the Battle of Agincourt you never knew you needed, but the entire album is outstanding. Favorite track: Knights Collapse.
l3e0wu1f
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l3e0wu1f Love at first listen. Had never heard these guys' material, but holy shit are they talented. Folky melodeath with a hardcore attitude, medieval theme and riffs for days. What's not to like? Favorite track: Shadows of Man II - Cataclysm.
I am your father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate
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I am your father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate A level of melody and severe riffage found only in the greatest of At the Gates cover bands, but wait it's also quite the awesome bundle of Black Metal that sounds like Power Metal and is that a banjo? Oh, and the CD comes with a free patch, so, yeah, it's pretty great. Dumb jokes and excited ranting aside this album is tied for my second favorite album of the year (behind Ad Nihil's debut and with Sacred Monster's album) and now one of my all time favorite Melodic DM albums. Favorite track: Flayed on the Birch Rack.
Thoth’s Girl
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Thoth’s Girl Wow !!! This album is even more intense then the previous one ! These guys are phenomenal !! I'm invigorated after this, feel like an invincible warrior woman ! These guys can play ! 🧡🧡 It was the cover art that attracted me to them. What a beautiful surprise ❤️
MorKroM
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MorKroM What a fucking great and unique band... Knights Collapse is a awesome anthem... Scimitar fucking rules !!!!!!! 🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘 Favorite track: Knights Collapse.
PKMetal
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PKMetal We waited a long time for this... and I'm happy to say it was well worth it. Scimitar's songwriting, musicianship, production, vocals & lyrics are all top notch. The dual guitar harmonies are chill-inducing. Hey Napalm, wake up and sign them! Favorite track: Shadows of Man II - Cataclysm.
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  • Shadows of Man is now one year old! To celebrate our albums first birthday, we have put together a discounted bundle pack of the merch associated with it:

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    9 tracks, runtime ~48 minutes

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Thus lands our fleet on Normandy’s shore Just another day in a Hundred Year War No idea we are headed for The Battle of Agincourt Marched days to Calaise, nothing to eat ‘Cept berries, nuts and spoiling meat A diarrhoea diet to make any turn tail Ever puked your pants in mail? Our army is mangy, starving and stale While the French appear happy and hale Reclining in their lines, with advantage of time But Henry has a plan in mind He sounds the advance, let’s start this dance We Englishmen take a chance And approach their ranks, so close They could smell our stank Our archers loose volleys from our banks Their cavalry vanguards panic and charge In disregard of the sitch at large For the field in the rain bogged thickly, quickly Knight’s charge slow, their horses stick-swiftly And squeal, in the torrent of bow-shafts Bold steeds turning into frothing maniacs Fancy this, Henrys plan worked fine As crazed armoured beasts smash their own second line Now sarge, sound the charge for our men-at-arms We throw down our bows and heft pole-arms Axes, mauls, dirks, daggers, swords Crude wooden stakes hold noble knights gored Now all that’s left of the van Heaps of corpses taller than a man Understand, we keep what we don’t kill Capture and ransom those nobles at will Lo our baggage is beset by Frenchmen A force of slovenly serfs, three knights ahead of them Camp followers, run now or die For pillaging peasantry no loyalties lie Henry was rowdy, but now he’s mad He orders the killing of the captives we had So burn down the huts they’re locked in Hew heads, cut throats this day of St. Crispin Pay no mind to the vanguard Knock your bodkins in time Our longbows snap and the knights collapse The mud and their blood, and iron bind We band of brothers turned butcher in the mud ‘Til the foe had their fill of their comrades blood Turned about-face and withdrew Amidst the jeers of we happy few Glory to Bodkin and Country, the French were through Bodies on the field like dew We`d broke noble knights with nought but we`d brought A peasants skull cap and padded leather frock, One hatchet, one dirk, two measly dried sparrows A longbow and full quiver of arrows Ya a longbow with a hell-of-a-lotta arrows One bow and a shit-ton of arrows One bow and a fuck-load of arrows Pay no mind to the vanguard Knock your bodkins in time Our longbows snap and the knights collapse The mud and their blood, and iron bind
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By the morn light of Aireskoi We spotted a party of twelve Huron Three robed white men rowed at their lead Meaning to peddle their toothless creed Silence, we padded softly to the campsite of their portage Loaded the thunder sticks, loosened our knives in their sheaths Grandmother moon will watch the wrath of we Iroquois They still slumbered as our firebrands struck their tents A choking scrambling Huron cried A slash of a tomahawk turned his jaw to a splintered wreck Fires danced on canvas and hide At close range our thunder sticks barked their doom Rending wounds two palms wide They pleaded for mercy in the light of Grandmother moon Our laughter curdled the life from their eyes From a white man’s head a scalp was torn From his side a strip a’ flesh was shorn Roasted an eaten in front of his eyes Between his hand bones slid our knives We drank from their veins Cut lengthwise down their limbs, baptismal mockery Boiling water was poured over the pussing remains of their skulls Tie our spoils to the backs of the slaves No nourishment they’ll trek for days Festering wounds beat with a club Nightly tortures fingers to stubs We came across, the burial ground A standing pyre, overshadowing Silent in might between the trees Our weary captives cringed as their forced to their knees Presented to Aireskoi as his next sacrifice Then carrying on, at the break of dawn, a palisade wall Emerged from behind the forest glade Within the villagers frenzied began to sing Voices hopeful for captives we were We were greeted by a tide, of jovial kinsmen’s pride The villagers formed two parallel lines A gauntlet awaited our ill-gotten finds Their hides were battered raw, by axe of bone and rock Prodded and pierced, the villager’s fiercely Finished the ones who wouldn’t go on Their eyes were glazed, their faces crazed Their damaged flesh, hung loose and decrepit Their dragging feet, left strips of meat Thus the gauntlet ended at the feet of the rack Arms lashed to the rack, heads lolling listless in despair Our matriarch brandishes lake shells Scraping their hides and rending tears But by proving their strength on the rack Even a foe may be our son The victim becomes the captive The tribe becomes stronger by one The village takes part in their torture, as a whole Our children torment them with fire-brands Our elderly sear them with coals But by proving their strength on the rack Even a foe may be our son The victim becomes the captive, but for now The weak will be flayed, on the birch rack Flayed on the birch rack
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To weather the consequence, of this layman’s toil Is to wrest ones solace from ones kin, ones soil So I gaze into a turgid ink sea And I yearn for the power that created me Fools and cowards, false prophets and thieves, Run amok as always, as ever with humanity As awareness and betterment are hardly the same To ignore one’s own foible is to breed ignorance from shame So were wandering, wandering at the moon To stride in the heady swathes of seething glory Or when tendrils of cowardice form complacency To ascend from emotion in the throes of indifference Naught is wrought in truth but futility is constant Then I stared into black depths and I felt weakness tear For futility is not ever a reason for despair For the conscience of mankind and the universe may well cease to be But all shall be futile, and all are free So were wandering, wandering at the moon Then striding through the shimmering gloom We were wandering at the moon In the face of futility is conscience This freedoms boon, to reach for the moon
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Zalwa qu Quazulu Nathal a leader, of the plains Shaka Zulu, was his name An incestuous son of Senzanagakona To the tribe his existence was wreathed in shame Driven away and disgraced he ran, to the people of Dingiswayo Who soon recognized Shaka’s strength And bade him return to claim his home To cultivate with spears, the peasantry toiled only to see The impis, drawing near ready to cultivate with the spear For with the subjected slain it’s easier to gain Their cattle their women their children their grain iSolo khulu, Shaka Zulu forged an army of only the bold He shortened their spears and widened them To disembowel no longer to throw Upon the death of Dingiswayo Shaka’s power filled the void The impis ranged on ever further and all the neighboring tribes Were enslaved or utterly destroyed For when Shaka built his home, bulowayo as it became known The place of execution for all those who crossed him And this is where Shaka’s legacy resides As imitators ravaged their neighboring tribes A crushing of peoples in a cascading flood A diaspora of pillage and plunder and blood For out this chaos many nations were wrought United in spirit from the battles they’d fought Age graded regiments as the fulcrum of might Impis ranged for the Ngoni and the Hey Hey Both formed of the Mferane, Mzilikazi of the Ndebele Built a capitol of death with Bulowayo its name Shaka Zulu cast himself as a hegemon, with the power of life and death Whenever he spat his subjects would leap To save his essence from disrespect But his doom was wrought within not by his enemies, by his kin As a teetering tower, his burgeoning power Attracted the ambitions of those he’d brought with him
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They run all as one through wild field fern and fen Pursuing survival for them and their kin Old moon in their eyes, new sun on their backs Feet padding softly on nature-worn tracks How gloriously did this fair land provide With plump beasts in the woods and fat fish in the tides Dark soil so rich it ignores season’s whims How could this fair land be for any but them? In the tendrils of the twilight they gathered and danced Singing their revelry to the spirits of the lands Hunters, wives and shaman laid offerings to rest Round the ancient stone face in their villages midst Now no longer running but riding through the fields The blasting call of a carnyx prompts their enemies to yield Another cousin to be conquered, and carried in their wake Why resist when reality shows that empire is fate? The warrior, the prophet and the slave The farmer, the trader and the knave For in and of Imperium In less than a generation, the face of this fair land was changed Settlements and forts spread throughout the kingdoms range The feudal rose from the pastoral, the road from the trail Distant folks united by the coin the sword and the flail Then with piercing prying eyes they peered across the waves And built hulking galleys rowed by battle-captured slaves For with lands on the horizon, and coffers spilling o’er Their empire would not be fettered by merely a shore The sailor, the merchant and the king The soldier, the courtier and the queen For in and of Imperium Thus by their might they held all lands in sight An imperial archipelago by right As those spirits of their land that their fathers had praised Bestowed them strength, so their kingdom was raised For the ancient stone faces, jutting from the sands Greeted them on all their to-be-conquered lands How this elder-race had spread, so too would they But unlike those forgotten ones their empire would stay So in the slivers of the sunset they flooded the streets In jubilant celebration of their imperial feats Gazing with tearful pride at their own monuments on display That cast a dark shadow on the elders-ones decay
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Raise the hoary monument on the cliffs by the sea Hew the kingdom’s myth into slave blood slicked masonry Feed the smelting furnace with the stunted, coveted tree Forge brittle iron into quick rough weaponry Cut apart the sails and wrap the wealthy dead Grind up the grain stores and bake it into bread Net the mountain rivers and throw refuse in the streams Slaughter the live stock to serve the royal feast A dull sun rises over twilit cities resting smug in their opulent walls Wealth in denial and denial of wealth As their mirrored shadows justly fall These shadows they fall through the night On this decadent island kingdom Why heed the fate of the elders? Their monuments dot the sands Now the turgid ague of a looming deficit Settles amongst the folk of the land Their livelihood chokes on its own waste And their children wistfully gaze from the sands At shadows that fall in the night, on this decadent island kingdom Unheard, the call of the elders, whose works decay in the sands The shadows they fall in the night, on this evil island kingdom Now heed the fate of the elder race, their monuments dot the sands Suffer, the raving hordes insatiable Suffer, the bursting civil pustule Suffer, the rising merciless sea Suffer, the tardiness of death Shadows, shadows of man A dark moon rises over piles of detritus Strewn across the kingdoms demise Slavering cannibals gnaw on the dead And the destitute pierce the air with their cries Under shadows that fell in the night, on this desolate island kingdom Embrace the fate of the elders whose works decay in the sands Shadows fell in the night, on that evil island kingdom For akin to fate of the elder race their monuments dot the sands Raise the hoary monument on the cliffs by the sea Hew the kingdom’s myth into slave blood slicked masonry Feed the smelting furnace with the stunted, coveted tree Forge brittle iron into quick rough weaponry Cut apart the sails and wrap the wealthy dead Grind up the grain stores and bake it into bread Net the mountain rivers and throw refuse in the streams Slaughter the live stock to serve the royal feast
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The mountains cast their shadow, over silent misted groves Stirring in the brooding twilight, branches twisted by the cold By jutting craigs of granite, midst the mildewed roots and mold Mounds of earth stand foreboding, ancient wrathful pride untold Untold Where ancient spectres lie For when the raven; stole the sun Its rays were'nt blinding for everyone Primal beings still ran, through thicketed moss matted dales Driven on by thunderous warriors tales Patrolling the edge of the sea, totems in the sand They warn of vengeful hate, guarding this hostile land A canopy of spirits, over the undergrowth Sworn to vengeance on a primal oath A barrow is dug to house, the carcass of the slain The forest, reclaims the flesh And a spirit roams with the release of death Earth crypts of the ancients; where valoured hunters lay Tombs of the elder gods; ever unconcerned with life or light of day Through gales of the piercing fall awash with rain Under stormy winters; frosted bane A northern sun is; borne to spring While the summer`s twilight; gathering Under ever broadening night Effervescent with ageless flickering light Ever haunted by the warning Ravens cry; in primal wisdom ancient spectres lie Where ancient spectres lie, the end is nigh For careless beings; unfounded in pride The toothless warren of a dying breed Will be robbed of their flesh for the forest to feed For the forest will feast on the flesh of under beings Where ancient spectres lie
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Mysterium, tremendum et fascinans Grovel before our prophet, out of fear Beseech, false idols out of hope they’ll hear Fall, in reverence at the image of god But know, that in our faith lies a cost Though, fallow the thought, or shallow the cause Ethereal, power is wrought as false humility A turgid divinity and fell conscience, all under a faith-threaded cowl For in the throes of passion, or in pain While the sparks traverse the pathways in our brains All remains the same Martyrs and miscreants all clamour as our messiahs arise Mewling we crawl, in abject sacrifice Mysterium, tremendum et fascinans Grovel before our prophet, out of fear Beseech, false idols out of hope they’ll hear Fall, in reverence at the image of god But know, that in our faith lies a cost Martyrs and miscreants all clamour as our messiahs arise For, we shall never again see God Unless in abject sacrifice

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released August 23, 2019

All music and lyrics written and performed by Scimitar:

Angus Lennox - Lead Vocals, Bass
Noel Anstey - Guitars, Vocals
Jesse Turner - Guitars, Vocals
Clayton Basi - Drums, Vocals

Recorded at Infinity Studios and Quadratic Sound

Produced by Noel Anstey

Mixed and Mastered by Martin Schoeps

Album and single artwork by Hammk (www.deviantart.com/hammk)

Photography by Aaron Lam

Layout and Design by Angus Lennox

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Scimitar Victoria, British Columbia

Scimitar is a metal band hailing from the island capital of Victoria, BC, Canada. Combining influences from melodic-death, folk, and black metal; Scimitar features uncompromisingly heavy drums, high-rollicking fingerstyle bass, dual-guitar-driven harmonies, and gruff yet sharply enunciated harsh vocals that deliver lyrics based in historical fiction and fantasy. ... more

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