Adavant is an epic folk metal band that draws heavily upon pagan and classical influences. Formed in November 2007, and hailing from the deserts of Arizona in the United States, the band has made an impact on their scene since their inception with their unique style, combining the epic melodies of Celtic and Baroque songwriting with the heaviness of thrash and death metal. As their following has increased, so have their live performances, playing at a variety of venues and clubs and opening up for prominent names in folk, thrash, and power metal. With moods ranging from intense battle hymns to folky upbeat drinking songs, Adavдnt offers their listeners an uncompromised and concentrated blast of epic music. With a style that vividly represents the heat of battles fought, enemies vanquished, and mugs raised to the warriors of old, their listeners will find themselves compelled to grab a pint and partake!
Adavant - Origins (ep) (2010) - Lyrics
The Siege
General:
Creaking, snapping, walls collapsing, catapults release,
Pouring fire from the sky, the siege has now unleashed!
The eyes of greedy men are brightly shining in this raid,
While the burning of the buildings turns the night into day
Murderous intent, destruction intertwined with lust
Their fires choking the sky with ash, ember and dust!
These raiders will burn our homes until nothing is left,
Our kingdom now sits in the hands of Death!
NO!
There is no backing down!
We fight until the end!
It is our homes that we defend!
They rise up from the night,
Like ghostly cowards avoiding sight.
Arm yourselves and on your life
Defeat their wicked strife.
NO!
You shall not back down!
We fight until the end!
It is our families we defend!
There is no retreat!
To leave now means certain defeat!
These raiders are not the ogres they seem,
We’ll thwart their wicked scheme.
Vikings:
Hey hey hey hey…
Viking Chieftain:
Attack!
Mother:
Please take my son from this burning city!
Boatman:
My cares and loyalties are not with this land.
Who are you to ask such a thing?
Mother:
Please dear sir, I beg of you- Across the sea, where your kin be.
Where he can grow and live in peace.
Boatman:
I have no use for your begging and pleas. I know not you or the boy.
Women, you’re gravely mistaken. This burden I cannot employ.
Mother:
Oh God, can nobody save him? Must he die at the hands of fiends?
Boatman:
Enough crying now! I will take him, now leave here and keep your voice low.
Mother:
My son, cry not. Now stop your tears of sad dismay.
You will live on and grow in lands so far away.
Prosper, beloved child, keep your heart free of sin.
May God hold you in the palm of his hand, until we meet again!
General:
Cataclysmic obliteration buildings smeared with death.
Men are running, men are dying there is nothing left.
The walls around us burning, there’s no hope for escape.
Once they’ve claimed our lives, there’s nothing left to take.
Murderous intent, destruction intertwined with lust.
To see my city fall fills my heart with disgust!
Annihilation of all I’ve known at these gruesome hands.
I fear this may be my final stand.
NO!
There is no backing down!
We fight until the End!
Our very lives we will Rescind!
For the glory of our king!
We’ll crush the fear that these heathens bring!
Kill as many of them as you can
To defend our land!
Mother:
A nightmare. I have failed.
My son we won’t ever meet again.
Crushing breaking lights are fading.
I die tonight. This cannot be right.
Though I fall my Blood will will live.
My son Will Carry on.
General:
Though we fall, with their blood, they’ll pay!
They have won the day.
Voyage of the Vagrant Heart
Captain:
Set sail!
Boatman:
Crashing through waves, plowing through the sea,
The men of the Vagrant Heart begin their journey.
Our course now plotted! The Wind at our backs!
Setting out to help our people; there’s no looking back!
Crew:
Sail On!
A squall approaches
Sail On!
Be at your ease.
Sail On!
Men at the ready
Sail On!
Through stormy seas.
Boatman:
We’ll meet these men and barter for our lives.
We won’t return empty handed; freedom is our prize.
Liberty or nothing! We’re free or we fight!
I see my peoples’ future come into sight.
Crew:
Sail On!
Boarder down the hatches
Sail On!
Be at your ease.
Sail On!
Tighten up the bowline
Sail On!
Through stormy seas.
Warrior:
I hear quiet mutterings of whiskey and beer,
Their work now done until first light.
Ten large barrels raised from the stores.
They unveiled to me their hidden delights.
Sea Captain:
Come here lad, I like your hat.
Sit down with me and have a drink.
Did you hear the one about the ghost of Abigail Macree?
Said she’s thrown right off the ship into a whales waiting mouth!
Now she haunts the sea,
Looking for her husband, the drunken’ lout.
Have you heard the one about the monster that swallows ships whole?
Says it smells like depths of hell
And ten times the size of a troll!
I’ll just dance and dance and sing and drink until I’m sick.
Then no ghoulies will get me, that’ll be me trick!
But wait! Off the port bow!
Tentacles as long as ten men!
And the stench of death upon it!
This is it lads!
The worst creature in the sea!
Man the harpoons and let’s test our metal!
Fatal and gory
Blood and glory
Harpoons and spears attack!
Lacerations
Minor abrasions
Its skin is just too thick!
Sea Captain:
Step up boy!
Warrior:
Creature from the depths of hell!
I’ll gut you from head to tail!
You will be my first kill!
Creature bleeding,
Some one’s screaming,
I slash blindly away!
Berserker rage,
I cut away,
Covered in its blood!
Sea Captain:
The creature’s dead boy
Now come aboard
Our destination approaches
Land HO!
Origins of Alliance
Warrior:
As we journeyed through the land,
Searching high and low,
For those who would stand against
These evil men across the sea,
Whose legions stood mighty and vast.
We came across the tribes of valiant men,
Who were able to stand and fight!
To avenge our slaughtered brethren,
Even if it meant their lives.
”Join our ranks and let us prepare for war
For our forces would be great!
If our numbers are combined,
I know we could change our fate.
If we are to do battle and survive
And defeat, this common foe.
We’ll have to fight as one,
Now, what say you?”
Tribal Matriarch:
Stranger- What care I of your suffering or your people?
I have my own people’s lives to protect
To attack is to die. To abide is security.
You are young and reckless and know nothing of war.
I know the heat of battle and the taste of blood.
And you’d sacrifice my men for your ideals?
Would you also suggest that I pick up the pieces?
I will not call for the drums of war
Warrior:
Lady, I implore you to reconsider.
For without your aid all hope is lost.
Wait, who’s this man running towards us?
Tribal Warrior:
My lady, we’re under attack!
This creature, whose scales are pitch black!
Has run through the entire camp!
Warrior:
Ready your spears, your swords, and axes!
For this monster, we shall destroy!
Archers to positions! Men surround him!
On my order….Attack!
Dust starts flying, men are now screaming
Charging forward, their armor gleaming
Bodies falling, their blood is spraying!
Men are dying, others are praying.
One man stands, without flinching.
In his hands, he is clinching
His blade, now sharp and ready,
He approaches and says…
Warrior:
Fiend! You shall meet your end this day!
Prepare to die!
Tribal Matriarch:
This man has been misjudged
He is valiant, brave and true
Life for life and blood for blood.
We’ll call for the drums of war!
Vita pro vita
Cruo pro cruo
Vita pro vita
Cruo Pro cruo
As the dust cleared all the men did cheer,
For he had slain the beast!
Warrior:
Now let us go to the nearest tavern,
Where we can drink and feast!
For the battle had shown all of the men,
That combined their strength in arms
Would defeat any armies, of any land.
Warrior:
Then let us fight, united as one!
We shall sound the drums of war!
A Penny for the Folk, A Jug for the Jig
Warrior:
Tonight we find ourselves in a setting full of charm,
In the old familiar pub with our brethren in arms,
As we celebrate our triumphant reunion once again;
Drunken laughter, clinking mugs, a symphony of sin!
Tonight we raise our tankards high with whiskey, beer and rum
To the warriors of old, and the ones that are to come.
And as our cares disperse we will take another swig,
With a penny for the folk and a jug for the jig!
Tavern Wench:
Look at all these men of honor come to grace the bar,
Back from trying battles now that raged in lands afar.
But the gracious gods have returned them safe i see.
So drink tonight young warriors, the first rounds on me!
Bar Patrons:
HAILS!
Bar Maidens:
Beer and wine flow thick throughout the night.
Whiskey and rum heal wounds from the fight.
Warriors from distant lands all chant and raise their mugs.
We'll need a few more barrels, lets crack another jug!
Bar Patrons:
We cheer tonight for the porter and the stout!
We drink and sing 'till all the beers are sold out!
Cider, mead, brandy punch, wheat ale and lager!
We all drink and sing with a healthy swagger!
Here's to a long life and a long pour!
Here's to new lands to explore!
Here's to pretty wenches to adore!
Here's to this night and many more!
