I really like the atmosphere of the song and video, even if the mastering is a little off the mark;-), for it transports the spirit of the tale quite good.
Those are the adventures of Mr. Fimbulmyrk, in bushcraft and blacksmithing, mountainbiking and hiking, reenactment, writing, singing, dancing, stargazing and having a piece of cake and a coffee. Pray have a seat and look around you, but be warned - the forest´s twilight is ferocious at times.
Mittwoch, 19. September 2012
Korpiklaani: Rauta - A video about the Kalevala episode on how the iron became so fierce;-)
I really like the atmosphere of the song and video, even if the mastering is a little off the mark;-), for it transports the spirit of the tale quite good.
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