Dies Iudicii

The hardest, rawest track on the album. Riff-heavy, aggressive, and defiant. A warning: your grip is your downfall.

The Cost of Control

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A Morbid Comedy

1988 is more than an album—it’s a time machine back to the glory days when heavy metal ruled the airwaves, the stage, and our hearts. From 1980 to 1989, a generation of denim-clad dreamers and leather-bound rebels forged anthems that would echo through eternity. This project is a loud, unapologetic celebration of that golden decade—of pounding drums, screaming guitars, and the brotherhood of true metal fans.

Every song on 1988 is a salute to the legends who inspired us, and a rallying cry to all who still carry the torch. Turn it up, feel the power, and remember: metal never dies—it only gets louder.

Dawn Of A New Day

“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.”

The Flame That Does Not Bow

RISE LIKE THUNDER

The message of the song is about the power of neuroplasticity and personal transformation. It conveys the idea that individuals can overcome past traumas and ingrained habits by consciously rewiring their minds, breaking free from old patterns, and creating new pathways for growth and resilience. The lyrics emphasize taking control of one's mental landscape, using willpower and awareness to reshape identity and triumph over inner struggles.

Wires Rewritten

A cry for release. Take Me Away blends gothic sorrow with crushing metal power; a track built on haunting riffs, thunderous drums, and vocals dripping with raw emotion.

This is the sound of despair turned into defiance: a voice rising from the shadows, begging for escape yet roaring with strength. The atmosphere is heavy, cinematic, and tragic, echoing like prayers lost among gravestones.

Lyrics:

I walk around
And all I see is evil
Angry, mad
And simply twisted people

I pantomime 
And pretend that I am one
Sick and sad
Like my wicked ways have come

I move around
And all I see are walking dead
Frozen, scared
It’s filled my heart with dread

Behind my eyes, there is another way
To bring the light of good to the day
To break the place where the wicked stay
Or if it does not work, take me away

I have no heart to give today
When it’s my soul that has to pay
I have nothing left to say
Take me away!
Please take me away!

I break away
Before the burning of the cross
Sick and sad
I can’t handle all this loss

I run away
Before the sickness gets inside
Fast and scared
Before the light inside me dies

Now I’m free
I left the evil well behind
Full of hope
For the nature of mankind

Behind my eyes, there is another way
To bring the light of good to the day
To break the place where the wicked stay
Or if it does not work, take me away

I have no heart to give today
When it’s my soul that has to pay
I have nothing left to say
Take me away!
Please take me away!

Take Me Away

Dark, melodic, and stubbornly alive.
This one hits the emotional core of the album:
being mentally shattered but still pushing forward, step by step, breath by breath.
Hope, but scarred and limping.

Lyrics:

[Intro]

Don’t tell me to calm down.
You don’t know what it feels like in here.
Inside my head’s a riot—
and I’m the only one hearin’ the screams.

[Verse 1]

Fucking broken, you hear me?
Drownin’ in my mind every sunrise.
Tell myself it’s gonna get better,
but every damn day’s a rerun of the lies.

Hold it in, hold it in,
’cause I’m the “strong one," right?
But nobody sees the damage
that keeps me up at night.

They see the smile,
but never the shaking hands.
They see “calm,”
but they don’t see the sinking sand.

I’m fightin’ wars in silence
with a heart that’s running dry—
bleedin’ in the dark,
but still showin’ up alive.

[Pre-Chorus]

I gave every piece of me
to people who never cared.
Now I walk around in armor
’cause trust ain’t something I spare.

[Chorus]

I’m broken but still movin’,
Breathin’ through the fire.
Numb but still proviin’
I’m more than my own pyre.
Yeah, broken but still movin’,
Standin’ through the pain—
I don’t get up ’cause I’m strong,
I get up ’cause there’s no one else to take my place.

[Verse 2]

I’m not cold, I’m just numb—
heart learned how to shut down clean.
Caring cuts you quicker
than any blade I’ve ever seen.

People ask why I’m distant,
why I walk alone at night—
’cause I learned the ones I bled for
wouldn’t bleed for me on sight.

They clap for the version
that never shows the ache,
but the minute I get honest,
they vanish like smoke in my wake.

So I stitch myself together,
even when the thread runs thin—
smile like I’m unshaken
so they never see what’s caving in.

[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah, I scream in silence
’cause the world ain’t listenin’—
but I swear one day these cracks
are gonna turn into something risen.

[Chorus]

I’m broken but still movin’,
Breathin’ through the fire.
Numb but still proviin’
I’m more than my own pyre.
Yeah, broken but still movin’,
Standin’ through the pain—
I don’t get up ’cause I’m strong,
I get up ’cause it’s all I’ve ever known again.


You don’t know the weight I drag.
You don’t know the nights I fight.

But I’m still here—
and that’s the part you never see.

[FULL SCREAM]
“I’M FUCKING BROKEN—BUT I’M STILL RISING!”
“I’M SCREAMING QUIETLY, BUT I’M STILL SURVIVING!”
“SEE MY SMILE? THAT’S A MASK OF WAR!”
“I’M NOT DEAD—
I’M JUST CRAWLING THROUGH THE CORE!”

[Final Chorus]

I’m broken but still movin’,
Breathin’ through the fire.
Still here, still provin’
I’m more than all this tire.
Yeah, broken but still movin’,
Standin’ through the strain—
I don’t rise up ’cause I’m fearless—
I rise up ’cause I’m still here,
still here despite the pain.

[Outro]

Don’t call it strength.
Call it survival.
Call it breath.
Call it stubborn.
Call it what you want—
I’m still here.

Broken But Still Moving

THE LAST MAN STANDING

Album von Shattering the Skies 🔥

„Tide of You“ ist da. Ein Album über innere Abgründe, Weltschmerz, Isolation und den Willen, trotzdem weiterzugehen.
Rau, ehrlich, düster – genau so, wie wir sind.

Mit brachialen Drums, atmosphärischen Riffs und Vocals, die zwischen Schmerz und Hoffnung zerrissen werden, ist dieses Album unser persönlichster Release bisher.
Jeder Track eine Welle. Jede Welle ein Kampf.

🌊 Welcome to the Tide. Let it pull you under.
⚡ Jetzt überall streambar.

👉 Hört rein, teilt es, lasst uns wissen, welcher Track euch zerstört hat.

The Flame That Does Not Bow

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