Manowar es una banda de heavy metal estadounidense formada en Auburn, Nueva York, en 1980. Fundada por el bajista Joey DeMaio y el guitarrista Ross "The Boss" Friedman, la banda se ha consagrado como un ícono del metal épico, caracterizado por sus letras inspiradas en la mitología, la fantasía y la lucha heroica.
Joey DeMaio trabajaba como técnico de bajo para Black Sabbath durante su gira 'Heaven and Hell' cuando conoció a Ross Friedman, quien estaba actuando con su banda Shakin' Street. La conexión fue instantánea y ambos decidieron formar una banda que se alejara de las tendencias comerciales y que se enfocara exclusivamente en el verdadero espíritu del metal.
Manowar lanzó su álbum debut, Battle Hymns, en 1982. Este disco sentó las bases de lo que sería su distintivo sonido: riffs poderosos, solos virtuosos y la voz operática de Eric Adams. Temas como "Death Tone" y el himno "Battle Hymn" resonaron entre los aficionados al metal por su audacia y actitud indomable.
La banda continuó afianzando su estatus con álbumes como Into Glory Ride (1983), Hail to England (1984) y Sign of the Hammer (1984). Cada uno de estos discos ofrecía una mezcla de potentes himnos de batalla y epopeyas musicales que tenían tanto de absoluto heavy metal como de operístico. Canciones como "Blood of My Enemies" y "Thor (The Powerhead)" se convirtieron en clásicos imperecederos.
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Original Lyrics
Prelude
i) Hector Storms The Wall
See my chariot run to your ships I'll drive you back to the sea
You came her for gold the wall will not hold
This day was promised to me
The gods are my shield lightning and javelins fly
Soon many will fall we are storming the wall
Stones fall snow from the sky
We will pay with our glory in the fire of battle
Zeus today is mine
Killing all in my way like sheep and like cattle
smashing skulls of all who defy
I spare not the hammer I spare not the sword
This day will ring with my name
None have to chase me let he who will face me
Kill me or die by the sword
ii) The Death Of Patroclus
Oh friend of mine, how to say goodbye
This was your time, but the armor you wore was mine
I will not rest until Hector's blood is spilled
His bones will all be broken dragged across the field
This dear friend is how we'll say goodbye
until we meet in the sky
iii) Funeral March
iv) Armor Of The Gods
v) Hector's Final Hour
Here inside the walls of Troy, the gods weigh my fate
From this day do I abstain, to a memory of hate
To pay for all the blood that spilled the many thousands i did kill
No walls can contain the gods' almighty will
I hear the silent voices I cannot hide
The gods leave no choices so we all must die
Oh Achilles let thy arrows fly, into the wind, where eagles cross the sky
Today my mortal blood will mix with sand it was foretold
I will die by thy hand into Hades my soul descend
vi) Death Hector's Reward
Cowards in the grip of fear, no valor to uphold
Cut into the earth, with honor long been sold
For all shall come to know me as they fall unto their knees
Zeus the Thunderer, control my destiny
When the cards of life were bealt my hand a ruthless fate
To avenge, and bringeth fury, Hector feel my hate
A bloodbath I was born to bring, by birth I'm an assassin
To cut the cord of life and death ties to earth unfasten
Blood and fire death and hate, your body I will desecrate
Dogs and vultures eat your flesh the Hall of Hades waits
Kill...
Hector's blood lies on the battlefield his body's mangled wounds
The gods who once protected him are now his gods of doom,
Like a tower standing tall, steadfast in direction
I fall upon you bringing death, the gods give no protection
Coward in the grip of fear, no valor to uphold
Cut into the earth, with honor long been sold
For all shall come to know me, as they fall unto their knees
Zeus the Thunderer, control my destiny
Blood and fire death and hate, your body I will desecrate
Dogs and vultures eat your flesh the Hall of Hades waits
Die...
vii) The Desecration Of Hector's Body
viii) The Glory Of Achilles
The oath of the gods, this day was fulfilled
In the heat of the battle, Hector was killed
See him Patroclus, down in the dust
Rejoice in his death my symbol of trust
A dozen highborn youths, have been killed
Cutting their throats their blood was all spilled
Their bodies set at the foot of your fire
With oxen, sheep and two of your hounds
Your funeral Pyre high off the ground
Hector's body dragged three times around
I will carry the torch to your funeral pyre
I will ask of the wind to send high your fire
Hector's blood will not be washed from my body
Until your body is burned
A prophecy spoken a promise fulfilled