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Ripe for Rebellion

by Triddana

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I walk along the way, I'm left alone again But I believe that this is not the end. You lied to me but you can know for sure that by my life I swear I will never fall anymore. No fear, no weakness I prepare my mind. If you are not so brave you can stay behind. All your promises are broken I know, I choose my own path wherever I go. Now when my war begins Victory will belong to me! To the fight I go, strong until the end, ready to die alone. If you are not with me get out of my way Now I'm on my own through this road...  
Guard your patch, crave their ground, The lines I traced are before your eyes... To tempt you, to divide you To shake the rust from the old art. Then truce came and I laughed hard At words that won't soothe your angry mind Your fate is to be drawn in... My game board's set and awaiting. Mutual curse, war cry, both heralds slain I can't help but taste this day of chaos. Rage on, rage on, That the wicked wheel needs turning... Rage on, rage on,   State you greatness Rage on, rage on,   That you think history will enshrine. One whole page for you. This lad will die so lonely When greed turns man to dust so soon His name won't be remembered Carved on a stone that's to erode. Your great deeds make fine seeds They lie beneath and are all alike To please me, to release me, The wheel prepares for a new turn. Your guts and little glory Are spread like compost in your last breath You glimpsed me, when you realized That no one's sorry for your death... But I did give meaning to your days Then you might just thank me for such service.  
I was born with a mortal sin I remember the same old story. Since I have memory I'm guilty beyond my will In the name of the cross I have learned that I should be sorry With blind faith I must pay the price Every day of my life You tried to cloud my eyes with shame, I know Until I understood that guilt is control Without fear.....Now I am facing your truth.........Faith or Hell!! Without fear.....Now I am facing your truth.........Faith of Hell!! From the fraud of the creed To the promise of hell or heaven Herd of lambs, put to sleep To the hum of a deadened verse I'd rather sink my feet in burning oil The mind is the true cage...that, I've learned on my own. Right or wrong aren't to be read from an aging book... Better have blank pages and my life to write
Sinner in life, and redeemed just before death Currents of time warn when they are close So the dying can feel what is next Judgement has come along with hit blade Creeping the Reaper will rise Whipping in flames smashing my head Bringing shadows of those I have killed Tried to explain but I burn in despair Now he waits to sentence me and torture me in hell Then I realize I must subjugate Facing my acts and past crimes I never knew what true fear was about Til I felt I was next in the trial With each passing second I'm further convinced Nothing is granted all debts must be paid Hey you spirits of the night Is the tune afar the Reaper's Lullaby? Hey you if i close my eyes Will I wake to repair what I've been?  
Far beyond the hills Where the wind's no leaf to stir Stillness cracked all hope Hunted down like doe Saw the murk uncharted dare Our very pledge to endure Had no choice, for I knew your wounds... Unarmed I charged at the herd of wolves When fate called, it found me fierce Fate called - Million beings beheld me soar high They pierce like white pikes the night Fate calls for me! Near the barley fields Where I'd play at dusk as child Where our ways were sown... Followed you for hours To your death on humid ground Star-like boding in yellow "For your kin", taught the firefly I dwell in them, I burn in the sky When fate called, it found me fierce Fate called - Million beings beheld me soar high They pierce like white pikes the night Fate calls for me!
All that I was, All that I've lived, Everything that I can remember Lies in the past and will die in my mind. Nobody can change what I've done Nobody can rewrite my story There's no regret that can rebuild what is lost And I know that old good days will never come Back again. They're gone with the river, Never will return; gone with the river When all is gone with the river. There's nothing more to do except to get up, Carry on, and don't look behind. Lessons are learnt only with pain, But you must not feel guilty, Soon you will know that every wound is a chance. Yesterday's gone, all our deeds lie in the memories of people And when it dies (at the end) it will be lost, And I know that old good days will never come back again.
I saw a hawk willing to fly under blackened skies Holding against a storm that came and's not turning back I heard a cry fading out in the thickest numbness Warning all of us never to be swallowed up by the void… Born in the dark age - With their fallen souls, fallen souls It’s in the dark age...that we drift on our own Will we ever spread our wings of gold over the landscape... And restore what is lost. Loners in packs, filling the streets, see through lifeless eyes Aching for coins, dullness resets with each passing sun... Stumbling their way over bodies dead or dying... Screwed to a routine that is able to squeeze the most of our souls
Men of Clay 03:57
You brought forth an army of clowns Fit for the masses daft It seems I'm always on the wrong side. Three or four words that you repeat If you ask me that's rather bleak In this game I play the traitor Wave the flag, take control. Gobble up, then go for more March on, men of clay Are you selves or slaves? Don't put strings on me 'cause I don't want to be A puppet from your legion of fools I am breaking the rules I spit at your wind of lies, It won't serve to change my mind You preach, you shriek, you're weak You hide it fine. Where were they in times of war? Are they proud they've missed the show? The past, a day ago...Look, they just forgot
Faking a War 04:27
Maker of the rules... Leader of the men... Why do you send me straight to death? Lying to the nations, Spreading fear in all, You played with the lives of millions. To our backs you made an enemy Now we have to pay the price of your greed. Faking a War Faking a War Faking a War We are not just pieces on a board Who live under your whim at all. Speak to the crowd... Tell them they will die... For our homeland and our flag. I guess it must be easy To sacrifice the lives of the others In front of your eyes. To our backs you made an enemy Now we have to pay the price of your greed. Faking a War Faking a War Faking a War


2019 re-release of Triddana's debut album. Remixed and remastered, featuring vocals by Juan José Fornes.

“This debut for the band is nothing short of spectacular. May the flames of twilight forever burn in their impassioned heathen hearts!”



released December 8, 2012

Album Credits:

Juan José Fornés (Vocals, Guitars, Buzok, Bouzouki)
Pablo Allen (Scottish Bagpipes & Tin Whistle)
Fernando Marty (Bass)
Ranz (Drums)

Originally recorded in August-October 2012 at La Nave de Oseberg studios, VIP and INCUS Studios.

Vocals re-recorded in 2019.

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Juan José Fornés.
Live Photos by Mica Giagnoni.
Cover and Artwork by Juan José Fornés.


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Triddana Buenos Aires, Argentina

“Celtic folk music, powerfully played heavy metal, kilts, bagpipes, expressive hymns and an invitation to sing along with each melody..."

Formed in Argentina, the band is nowadays active both in their home country and Europe, proving that distances are not an obstacle when it comes to making music with passion!
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