Why death metal speaks to my soul with the richness of the subtle and earthly beauty of the Scandinavian landscapes.

Life is this endless canvas of soft and hard, varied in the raw and softly spoken whispers, and inside of that endless change and variation it gladly have room for differing taste in music, and my kind of metal is absolutely not for everyone :).

As such I have never been surprised that most of the same people that find something pleasingly calm or beautiful in my writing and photography usually consider it an absurd contradiction that I so happily mix it up with grinding death metal of various shades. But for me it speaks with the same voice.






You see, to me music like Noctem, which you can find represented here in this article is the hymn of life itself. It is part of that same natural palette that makes life so rich and endlessly beautiful for me.

Like the 'civilized pagan' that goes to war with the weights in the gym and the pleasant, subdued siren song of the northern realms. It calls with the same expression and it speaks to the same canvas of earthly, boundless colors and emotions.





It is a raw and vibrant voice that speaks of life's full scope with the same beautiful and visceral life force, that is so very much alive and raging free in the Nordic outdoors, yet like the flowing landscapes of our arctic home, instead of resembling kitschy hdr done wrong, it is an emotional and softly fluttering song of changing organic beauty which is steeped with all the energy, heart and emotional, almost minimalistic touch of that serene Scandinavian nature and the earthly colored landscapes I often write about and capture in my photos.




I can for obvious reasons see why the music might seem contradictory to others, but to me tho, these things walk beautifully hand in hand as the honest celebration of life that they are, as they create and form new moments together.

They make each other whole, just as how life is made up of all its beautiful pieces. Someone else recently spoke about sexual kinks, and she is, of course, 100% right, you are complete only the real way that you are, life, you, sex, nature, music, the things you like and dislike.

Speak plainly and openly, embrace it and share it without shame and regrets with your lovers.

Explore and enjoy it all. That holds true in life and nature, and the bed between naughty, kinky consensual adults, because that is the whole you.

And that is the beauty of the flowing landscape of Scandinavia, the mountains that rise up out of the fjords, the permafrost that refuses to thaw, and the swelling ocean which we perpetually rise up further out of, and in the same 10 000-year-old and counting forests, those hills and trees and ancient mountains, they also hurl themselves with a hungry smile back down to the same cold deep, they do so in search of the leviathan.

And screaming, they breach the surface and shoot back up to the moon.

It is the land of Vikings, and it sings to us in a subtle voice, raw and full of all its kinks, without a care for imaginary gods and man-made ideas that are only designed to subjugate and restrict who you can be allowed to be, it is visceral, and perfect just the way it is.





It is the ancient pagan old that is buried deep in the soil of the ever tree, where it transforms and evolve, endlessly becoming something new that cling towards the skyward stars with each sunrise and calling bird, it is the living past that makes out with the changing future, alive and vital soaring with the howl of the wolves and the naked soul.

The dancing butterflies and the smallest of flowers.

It is the ebb and sea, and the serenity of the visceral winter at its darkest point and snowy white that both eats the sun and spits it out with dancing sheets of green.

It is the muddy spring, the dull and muted pale northern tones, the white-tailed eagle and the lynx that is so shy yet fierce. It is the place where girls can be as horny and free as the men.





Metal and the Northern realms, like life always holds this dynamic range-defying and full of subtle serenity that speaks with old wisdom and relentless vigor, fully there, yet not always apparent.









Death metal is also quite often spoken of as a Scandinavian flavor, and in truth, the same poetry that is nature's solemn but raw and subtle Nordic beauty that creates each passing day in new but connected variations is very much the same natural whispers and poem that is death metal in every shape and form.


It is the threeway that is unashamed and free and honest, in all its pleasures, and it is good music that catches the setting sun as it slowly burn itself into the ground, the westward mountains and the open ocean.







And this, and much more is why death metal walks hand in hand with nature and life, my writing and photography because these things, they are all the calling of the Earth and it is the unspoken joy of life and peoples every shade.







That complete and changing whole is what speaks directly to our Viking soul because that landscape, the music, the changing seasons of the mountains and archipelago, the forests, this planet and the tunes of metal, the raw and simple truth of the world and the people, it is the wordless whispers from all the corners of this world and all these things converse in mutual and unbridled joy with our Viking soul.

The song of life and nature speaks to us, and we speak in union with it.

music of the day
The paths of the lustful abandon by noctem
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As for the photo, this beautiful lakeside morning somewhere in Scandinavia did spend a few years in a previous but ultimately unfinished form, and further down this collection you can find that earlier version, but now it has found its final form in this fine art incarnation.

Changing but complete.

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