This version of the song has no loudness war mastering compression. I made it to show fans the difference and how having a large dynamic range makes the music sound clearer, more exiting and just all round better!

Yes - it's much quieter. So use your volume knob and turn it up to the same volume as the album version and play them back to back. Pay particular attention to the drums and percussion, how they thump & punch much harder in this version. Notice the music has so much more space, more air, more clarity in all instruments. You'll hopefully instantly hear the difference! 

Also, this has nothing to do with file size/format compression. It's to do with dynamic audio limiting compression applied at the mastering stage. 

Wake The White Wolf (Audiophile Remaster)

Miracle Of Sound - Sirona

“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

Peace Is a Lie

I wish I could take all this pain away
I wish I could give you something useful to say
But all I feel is misery
It seems I'm growing much colder 
every day

I know it's hard enough
This life can be so tough
This pain it feels so real
I need something different to feel

It seems that every day 
I'd slowly fade away
I had it all once 
and I just threw it away

And when it all fallen apart 
I knew it right from the start

I walked away and 
now I've got 
nothing to say

I know it's hard enough
It seems life has no purpose

I feel this every day

I wish I didn't feel this way

made another mistake 
I wish I could escape

I just want to give up 
when life's not going my way

I felt it deep in my heart
But then you ripped it apart

I had it all once 
and I just threw it away

I wish I could take all this pain away
I wish I could give you something useful to say
But all I feel is misery
It seems I'm growing much 
colder every day

I know you've had enough
It cuts beneath the surface

This pain it feels so real
I need something 
different to feel

No I Can't get continue living this way
Disconnected from reality

Know you're not
the only one 
that feels this way

But I can't fix 
all your mistakes

If ever I fall 
whatever I do
No matter the cost 
I'll make it up to you

I know I won't stop 
continue to pursue

Now that I know 
It's all because of you

No I can't give into 
These feelings
Of my anxiety

Rid my thoughts of malice 
to gain some clarity

I'm deflecting 
all the bullets 
that projected at me

I'll be blocking 
any negativity
coming at me

If I fall down
I get back up
I won't give up 
No matter what
I won't give in
I will not stop
It doesn't matter
How great the cost

Know you're not
the only one 
that feels this way

But I can't fix 
all your mistakes

If ever I fall 
whatever I do
No matter the cost 
I'll make it up to you

I know I won't stop 
continue to pursue

Now that I know 
It's all because of you

No I can't give into 
These feelings
Of my anxiety

Rid my thoughts of malice 
to gain some clarity

I'm deflecting 
all the bullets 
that projected at me

I'll be blocking 
any negativity
coming at me

If I fall down
I get back up
I won't give up 
No matter what
I won't give in
I will not stop
It doesn't matter
How great the cost

Miracle Of Sound - Sirona

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