Montréal show featuring Graveland which concentrates disapprovals is only one aspect of Graveland problematics as a whole. Graveland is about NSBM völkish ideology-in-music for 25 years of career now, and only 5 shows, all in 2016.
Graveland is solo project of Robert Fudali aka Rob Darken.
Graveland is mostly known as a one-man-band for home studio recordings (41 records released since 1993), but since 2016, Graveland live orchestra includes session musicians :
Promo Picture of Graveland with live sessions musicians : Mścisław (Guitar), Zbych (Guitar), Rob (Vocal), Miro (Drum), Bor (Bass).
notice :
Kolovrat slavic swastika, identarian, neo-nazi and NSBM symbol
and Black Sun nazi and NSBM symbol.
Live show is about 60 minutes long, Graveland plays 8 songs from 1993, 1994, 1995 and 1997, only, and 4 playback intros. Musicians are statics, only Rob Darken acts and dances like a hooded goblin vocalist.
Setlist Graveland Carpathian Wolves (playback Intro) At the Pagan Samhain Night Born for War The Gates of Kingdom of Darkness Hordes of Empire Thousand Swords (playback Intro) Thousand Swords For Pagan and Heretic Blood Thurisaz The Night of Fullmoon (playback Intro) The Night of Fullmoon Black Metal War! / (playback Outro)
HOT SHOWER : First Graveland show ever.
The first ever live show of Graveland happened at “Hot Shower” NSBM festival in Milano (Italy) on April 2nd 2016 with NSBM elite bands Frangar, Goatmoon, Baise ma Hache (BMH), … and an audience expressing multiples nazi salutes. Hot Showe is nazi joke refering to gas chambers. The NSBM meeting is promoted by german néonazi muderer Hendrick Moebus and his NSBM label Darker than Black, in collaboration with “Hammer Skin Italia ” gang.
Graveland in France at “ragnard Rock Fest” NSBM meeting under viking cosplay.
Graveland already showed-up with Forteresse (MNQ) in France in July 2016, french press relates nazi salutes too.
(The video footage with clearly audible grouped “Sieg Heil” chants when Graveland took the stage, has been removed from Youtube service https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iswe3SdRSOc)
http://www.huffingtonpost.fr/2016/07/07/groupes-neo-nazis-saluts-hitleriens-sos-racisme-demande-une/
LYRICS FOR LIVE SHOWS : Lyrics for live show are oriented on anti-chritianity and völkish thematics, blood and soil, revenge of victimized ancestral Slavic paganist hordes of barbarians occult wars against (judeo-)Christianity as stranger invader, under satanist & blasphemous appearance, with no respect, no mercy, lyrically not romantic at all, even when actions depicted happen at night under the moon, in the windy country and the cold forests landscapes ... war, blood, death, weapons, hate, arsons, torture, cruelty, ... At the Pagan Samhain Night (1994 – carpathian wolves) Dark was the sky and cold was this night I saw in dusk the shifting stars Inside the circle of mysterious sings A little casket drowned in blood The horned one gave me the key I opened the casket to see my fate The ultimate fate of mine Pagan warrior, son of the dark sky... Fire of eternal hell inflamed the left path The priest of Darkness, Druid named Schakh He opened my third eye, his evil soul became mine We were bonded by blood, our hearts beat the same "Thou belong to me now, follow me in dawn We are the same, the soul of man Look in my eyes, see burning stars Crucify the lier, create Dark Empire" Through the veil of fog I heard his voice I was cold, but sweet as an immortal dream I know the one taught to survive by the carpathian code of life... He hold the silver sword and Black book The symbols of mystic strength and wisdom I understood these signs of Darkness My knowledge became my secret weapon... At the pagan Samhain night I entered the Darkside Evil arrived far from the North I know the might of Demonolord Born for War (1995 thousand swords) I was a child when they took me away from my family I remember long and frosty winter and people looking hopelessly for food from this ancient time our cruel lord ordered us to look as dogs eat christian children we were standing together and cold wind was freezing our faces our blood was hot we learned to worship death we were the children of his favourite herd future warriors, future wolves our cruel lord ordered us to drink human blood ordered us to eat human flesh I got my first sword I couldnt take it up easy But i had to take it up because I would be meat for dogs I know the true code of life spartan way of life, and draconian laws I've grown as a warrior close to nature, close to roots now i'm the cruel the last of the cruel lords herd When i was a child, i knew the cruelty I learned to hate everything I loved. The Gates of Kingdom of Darkness (1994 The Celtic Winter) I came, led by the stars Spirits of the damned draw me near Mayhemed winds showed me the way And now i stay here, born from the wolf Scream of pain sounds in Darkness I draw my claws in wall of fog I scrape, scream, blood covered my scars my fangs tear the gates to Abyss Impure spirits, you showed me the way And now my blood becomes the key I open this last gate The Gate to the Kingdom of Darkness Black wind of the dead Inflamed my eyes to red My brothers, wolves, servants of the night They came from the forest Burning eyes among the Darkness Jaws thirsty for the blood, raised to moon Hired, longing and fear This is the last night and the dawn will never come Curse me, my brothers Because I lead you to death Salvation for mayhemed souls Souls of sons of the night in wolves bodies We've been always and we'll be forever Tonight we'll die and the next night we will come from beyond the gates of Kingdom of Darkness Gods of Darkness, awoken by our sacrifice Beast of gloom, spirits of fear Triumph of unlife's Powers Banners of the dead smeared in blood! Black is the ultimate colour Darkness is the only end Evil is the right reaction Death is the only mercy... Hordes of Empire (1993 In the Glare of Burning Churches) Thousand of fallen angels Rows of condamned souls Black riders of abyss Beast of haired and cruelty We arrive on the chariots of fire We sign our way by the fire and death Sun of Darkness leads us Everlasting lust of sin Hands ot the dead beat the kettle-drums Damned sound of black trumpets Tramp of horrified horses and sinister knocking of Devil's hooves Red, fiery eyes fangs, claws and fire from the mouth Mayhemed wings, bleeding in fight Cobweb in hair and wind... We kill, crush, burn We trace the escaping day and hideous condemned sun At everlasting war between light and Darkness Creators of night-Gods of Darkness They buried us alive They killed our feelings Now we are the same We come with nocturnal wind and red, bloody fog Black banners with effigy of him Red flags-hues of hell Hordes of cruelty and chaos Emperor of unlife's forces Thousand Swords (1995 – Thousand Swords) We attacked with thousand swords our banners were streaming under clouds at the gates of christian capitol The wide river of blood was flowing. We attacked with hate in our eyes Their request for mercy was nothing for us they had no respect for our ancestors today is not a day for mercy. We attacked and golden palaces collapsed. Christ´s elected ones paradise was burning. Their golden bells were tolling the last hour The last hour of christian rulers in pagan Europe We are just blessed soldiers from the depths of unbaptized forests. Barbarians in wolfish skins. And we had pleasure to burn the Vatican Gods returned and now they are with us. Spirit of war possessed our souls. Our swords want to fight with our moves. Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica. Herds of ravens fly between the clouds They´ll come to the earth when we go away They´ll eat food we prepared They´ll drink blood we have spilled Epilogue: The vengence will be cruel blessed by gods and spirits. In self defence of fatherland. Vengence done by our hands brining cruel death for enemies. For Pagan and Heretic Blood (1993 - In The Glare Of Burning Churches) They came from the south In the sunshine Covered by black hoods With the crosses in their hands False sons of false god They arose their black temples Burned forest and woods Placed the black crosses And predered to worship dead Laying claim to rule sons Of laying claim to rule god They drank his blood They ate his flesh Scolfed at the right of nature And raped the eternal right Sure of themselves sons Of the sure himself god Possessed with crosses in hands Possessed with flabeau over the pyres How much blood they have spilled How much souls they have tormented They burned the witches Murdered the Pagans Banished the honest spirits Choped the holy trees Condemned to madness sons By their god usurper Thurisaz (following the voice of blood – 1997) Sharp thorn hurts a noble man To let him know the taste of blood. But the intruder must beware of him, Because death sleeps in every thorn. In the garden of human plants, There is a lot of hidden thorns, No one likes them, because the bring pain, Pain or truth? No matter, they hurt the same... Black thorn. Alone and proud he grows. And every creature envies him. Fear paralyses enemies. It's strong enough to make them dead. I am the thorn of Darkness. Reflection man's true nature. I came to this dying world. To celebrate upcoming end. Lyrics by: Capricornus 12/'96 The Night of Fullmoon 1993 (In The Glare Of Burning Churches ) Pagan country in the moonlight witches calling for their Lord incantation of the Darkside from the book of secret world Scream breaks off nocturnal silence then begins the rite of Darkness Hill in the fog the heart of wood altar of goat infernal gloom nocturnal rite knife in the hand worship Darkside bless Left Hand Path Pagans hidden in the forest in unholy common grave christians killed the last worshiper but the Dark Cult is still living I'm the son of pagan nation I got a part of secret knowledge oh Lord I kneel before Thee Darkness and Evil showed me thy name I'm still waiting for thy return The ancient cult will be again here the god of war and pain Black Metal War! / (Outro) 1995 (Thousand Swords) No lyrics available