Dahoam

by Waldgeflüster

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H.L.
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H.L. Epic, nature-inspired German black metal or better to say Bavarian black metal, as WALDGEFLÜSTER uses this dialect. The three monumental pillars of this inspired release are "Im Ebersberger Forst", "Am Tatzelwurm" and "Mim Blick aufn Kaiser". All three of them true atmospheric masterpieces, varied, dramatic and with anthemic refrains. The use of harsh and soulful clean vocals is very well balanced. An impressive and poetic piece of art! Favorite track: Mim Blick aufn Kaiser.
Der ewige Wanderer
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Der ewige Wanderer Wer ko, Waldgeflüster ko! ;-)
YomaBarr
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YomaBarr Blistering. After that mind bending Ikotka's Porcha on homes and what goes on in them, now this, from another angle. I wonder where my true home is. My heart's been left in a place that no longer exists.
But I digress. This is Waldgeflüster in all their glory and with all their trademarks, and yet, it feels like they made a full circle and returned... home? stronger, wiser, more experienced. Thus, being familiar with the early albums may help.
Which I mean in the best way. Amazing album.
James Daniel
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James Daniel Incredible, thoughtful album. Full of passion, great riffs, beauty and ferocity. I think it's Waldgeflüster's best to date! Favorite track: Mim Blick aufn Kaiser.
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NorthwoodsBrewer502 Album of the year. Trust me.
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1.
Dahoam I - A Taglachinger Morgen D‘Sunn steigt aufa über d‘Fäida Scheint auf die Pråcht in der i mi valier Und i lausch am Puls von dene Wäida G‘spia sei Echo a in mia Home I - A Taglaching Morning The sun comes up over the fields shines on this splendor in which I lose myself And I listen to the pulse of these woods feel its echo also within myself
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Dahoam II – Im Ebersberger Forst Då steigt wås um im Woid d‘Schatten raunan, d’Bladl singan gspiasd wia dei Herz erkoit‘ wia’d Angst di ergreift mit knoch'ge Fingern D‘Sonn bricht wieder durch de Tannen An Uhu heasd im Dickicht schrein im Unterhoiz ziagt wås von dannen kannt a Viech oder a was Anders'd sein Im Woid g’spiast no die oide Wäid då flüsterts und ziagts in de Augenwinkln Und wann‘d wieda wås in da Fernen bäid kånns‘t nur hoffn dass’d Perchtn di ned findn Im Ebersberger Forst, wo’s knarrazt und bricht Wos’d Perchten schleicha sigst zwischn am Geast wo da weiße Eber di jågt durchs Dickicht Wo de oide Wäid no treibt zua wuidn Hatz Wia a Håbagoaß bin i zrissen wann i an des Oide denk Woid d‘Sagen und Mythen ned missen sig aber a des Neie ois Gschenk Zua Heimat g’hern die Gschichten vom Deife und vo de Dämonen von gloane Heldn die mit Glockn fichten a bissal Brauchtum und Traditionen Aber’d Heimat liegt a in meine Hend Sie derf wachsen und gedeihn muass ausbrecha aus dene Wend Mia soitn’s mit neichen Gschichten b’freien Im Woid g’spiast no die oide Wäid då flüsterts und ziagts in de Augenwinkln Und wann‘d wieda wås in da Fernen bäid kånns‘t nur hoffn dass’d Perchtn di ned findn Im Ebersberger Forst, wo’s knarrazt und bricht Wos’d Perchten schleicha sigst zwischn am Geast wo da weiße Eber di jågt durchs Dickicht Wo de oide Wäid no treibt zua wuidn Hatz Denn a zua engs Korsett håd no neamands g’standen ‘s ligt an uns ned zum vagessen und doch was Neichs zum schaffa Wer nua im Oidn lebt, dem geht as Moing abhanden Und ewiger Stillstand ko die stärkste Heimat dahi raffa Home II - In the Ebersberger Forest Something's lurking in the woods shadows whisper, leaves sing do you feel how your heart coldens how fear seizes you with bony fingers The sun refracts through the fir trees you hear an eagle owl scream in the thicket in the undergrowth something steals away could be a creature or something else In the woods you still feel the old world it whispers and pulls at the corners of the eye And if something is barking in the distance your only hope is that the Perchten do not find you In the Ebersberger Forest, where it creaks and breaks Where you can see Perchten lurking through the branches Where the white boar hunts you through the thicket Where the old world still chases on the wild hunt Like a Hobagoaß I am torn when I think of the old Wouldn't want to miss the legends and myths but I also see the new as a gift To home the stories belong of the devil and the demons of little heroes that fight with bells a bit of customs and traditions But home is also in my own hand it may grow and thrive needs to break though these walls we should free it with new stories In the woods you still feel the old world it whispers and pulls at the corners of the eye And if something is barking in the distance your only hope is that the Perchten do not find you In the Ebersberger Forest, where it creaks and breaks Where you can see Perchten lurking through the branches Where the white boar hunts you through the thicket Where the old world still chases on the wild hunt Because a corset too tight never suited anyone it's up to us not to forget but to also build something new Who only lives within the past loses tomorrow and eternal standstill can rip off the strongest home
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Am Stoa 04:09
Dahoam III - Am Stoa Am Stoa g‘spiast no die Äonen Die dei Heimat in si trågt Und wia da Stoa brauch ma unsre Herkunft ned betonen In da Endlosigkeit da Heimat san mia des kleinste Rad Home III - At the Stone At the Stone you can still feel the eons that your home bears within And like the Stone there is no need for us to stress our origin in the endlessness of home we are the smallest wheel
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Dahoam IV – Am Tatzelwurm A Brüllen ziagt umma aus da Fern zwischn d'Fäisen tost’s und braust’s Des Gschrei singt unablässig vom Verderm der ewige Tropfn auf dem Stoa der ins Doi nuntersaust De Enge vo da Schlucht macht mi ziddan Da Blick so eigschränkt dass mi graust I fühl mi so klamm wi hinter Gittern und drunten der Dropfn der ins Doi obesaust Am Tatzelwurm wo’s schreid und bruid wo’s Wassa in de Schlucht obefliagt wo de Angst de klammen Herzen erfuid und a Gespensd namens Lindwurm durch de Wäida ziagt Rach steigt auffa wia a Nebeschleia Sie vazäin dass do om a Lindwurm haust Dabei ham’s nur glegt im Heim a Feia Und drunten oiwe no der Dropfa der nuntasaust Heimat kon nur wos sein wos ma teilt A Lachen head ma nua gemeinsam Ma schåfft koa Zuhause indem ma Dia‘n vakeilt Irgendwånn wead a dem lügenden Dropfen einsam Doch druntn in de Schluchtn, in de Spoitn wo säitn nua des Lichd obescheint wo no de ewig gestrign Kräfte woitn und Dunkelheit auf fruchtbarn Boden keimt Do håm’s nix g’lernt aus de G’schichtn Vo Hass, Ausgrenzung und Niedertracht Do deans no noch sowas wia d'G’burt richtn und ned nåch dem wås Oana in seinem Herzen drågt Des hod nix mid Heimat zdoa von dem de do ren sondan nur mid da Finsternis und Angst in eanana Seel‘ in so am Vaterland darad i ned woin lem wo da Sinn für’d G'schichte und a des Mitgefühl für d'Anderen fäid Am Tatzelwurm wo’s schreid und bruid wo’s Wassa in de Schlucht obefliagt wo de Angst de klammen Herzen erfuid und a Gespensd namens Lindwurm durch de Wäida ziagt Denn a Zuhause ko ma ned besitzen Es wern oiwe Heimatlose durch’d Fremdn ziang Do kånnst no so oft deinen Nama in de Bam eineritz’n A jäds Stiggal Erdn håst a du nua vo da Muadda g’liehn Home IV - At the Tatzelwurm A roar sounds in the distance between the rocks it thunders and rages The clamor sings incessantly of doom the eternal drop on the stone that rushes down into the valley The narrowness of the gorge makes me tremble the view so limited, it scares me I feel as numb as behind bars and below still the drop that whizzes down into the valley At the Tatzelwurm where it screams and roars where water flies down into the gorge where fear fills the numb hearts and a ghost named lindworm hunts through the woods Smoke rises up like fog they tell that a lindworm lives up there but they only laid fire to a shelter and below still the drop that rushes down Home can only be something that you share you can only hear laughter in company you cannot create a home by blocking doors at some point also the lying drop will be lonely But down below in the gorges, in the ravines where seldom only the light shines where eternal yesterday's powers still rule and darkness blossoms on fertile soil There they haven't learned from the stories of hate, exclusion and despicableness There they still judge by something like birth and not by what someone bears in his heart What they are talking about has nothing to do with home only with the darkness and fear in their soul I wouldn't want to live in such a fatherland where the sense for history and the compassion for others is missing At the Tatzelwurm where it screams and roars where water flies down into the gorge where fear fills the numb hearts and a ghost named lindworm hunts through the woods Because you can't own home Always homeless will roam through abroad you can carve your name into the trees as much as you want every piece of earth also you have only borrowed from the mother
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In da Fuizn 04:41
Dahoam V – In da Fuizn Wånn de Moorleichn aufsteing Ihre schiachn Fratzn zoang A Wåhrheit dröhnt in eanam Schweigen A dei Heimat is aus Leid geborn Drum bass auf wånnsd durch d'Fuizn schleichst Dass'd ned a foisches Wegal nimmst Und wånn da a Irrliacht in da Nåcht leicht Denk oiwei dro woher du kimmst Home V - In the Fuizn When the bog bodies rise show their ugly grimaces A truth roars in their silence also your home was born from suffering So take care when you creep through the moor that you don't take a wrong path And if a Will-o'-the-wisp shines in the night always remember where you come from
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Dahoam VI –Mim Blick aufn Kaiser In da Fernan schimman de Gipfe mid zuagniffne Aung blinzlsd in de Sonn an sanften Wind heasd singa in de Wipfe und de Bergmandal blean oba von eanam Thron A wieda moi g‘spiasd dieses leichde Ziang in deine Fiass, in deine Gnocha A leiser Drang in de Fremdn zum fliahn Dahoam wurds wiedamoi zua eng zum Lacha Und so sezd an Fuaß vorn Andan imma häha entlang am Båchbed Und da Wind pfeifd durch de Tannen Awia da Deife was in Erl vagessan hät Mit dem Blick aufn Kaiser und da Sonn im G’sicht dreibt's mi imma weida Durch'd Schatten und s' Lichd Mit dem Blick aufn Kaiser Und in de Haar da Wind folg i des Berges Geisdern Bis i endlich d'Freiheit find Und wånns’d dann om okema bisd und an Blick in d‘Ferna schweifa lässd du die säiba und wos’d herkimmsd vagissd bisd endlich vo de Fesseln deina Heimat g’lösd Denn um Dahoam im wahrn Lichd zum seng an Glanz, de Zuflucht, aba a de Dunkelheid muassd erstmoi a in d e Fremdn geh Damit se de von deina Nostalgie befreid And though you sometimes feel a longing for distant shores bones that ache for tundra trees and the prairie’s dew the Bavarian mountains will always be yours But you can bring a piece of them there and take one back with you Wanns‘d vo überoin a Stiggal mid nach Hause nimmsd überoin aber a a neichs Dahoam dazua gewinnsd sigst irgendwånn de andan Herzn mit dene du de Gipfe erklimmsd Und dass si die Fädn san, aus dene du dir deine Heimat spinnsd Und so sezd an Fuaß vorn Andan imma häha entlang am Båchbed Und da Wind pfeifd durch de Tannen Awia da Deife was in Erl vagessan hätt Mit dem Blick aufn Kaiser und da Sonn im G’sicht dreibt's mi imma weida Durch'd Schatten und s' Lichd Mit dem Blick aufn Kaiser Und in de Haar da Wind folg i des Berges Geisdern Bis i endlich d'Freiheit find Und wanns’d dann obe schaugsd ins Doi Di ned de gånze Zeid mid deinem Packerl obeblogsd erkennst dann irgendwann a Wåhrheit oa fia olle moi Dass de Heimat ållawei in dia drågst D’Heimat dråg i allawei in mia Home VI - With gaze upon the Kaiser The peaks shimmer in the distance with pinched eyes you blink in the sun you can hear a smooth wind sing in the treetops and the Bergmandal cry down from their throne Again you feel this light pull in your feet, in your bones a silent urge to flee abroad again it got to tight at home for laughter So you put one foot before the other higher and higher aside the bed of the stream and the wind whistles through the firs just like the devil had forgotten something in Erl With gaze upon the Kaiser and the sun in my face it urges me forward through shadow and light With gaze upon the Kaiser and wind in my hair I follow the ghosts of the mountain until I finally find freedom And once you arrive at the top and let your gaze drift into the distance Once you forget yourself and where you come from you are finally free from the shackles of your home Because to see home in it's true light the splendor, the shelter, but also the darkness you first have to go abroad so it frees you from your nostalgia And though you sometimes feel a longing for distant shores bones that ache for tundra trees and the prairie’s dew the Bavarian mountains will always be yours But you can bring a piece of them there and take one back with you If you bring a small piece back from everywhere But also gain a new home everywhere at one point you'll see the other hearts with which you climb the peaks and that they are the threads you weave your home from So you put one foot before the other higher and higher aside the bed of the stream and the wind whistles through the firs just like the devil had forgotten something in Erl With gaze upon the Kaiser and the sun in my face it urges me forward through shadow and light With gaze upon the Kaiser and wind in my hair I follow the ghosts of the mountain until I finally find freedom And once you look down into the valley Don't have to carry your burdens anymore you'll realize a truth at some point that you carry home with you always I carry home with me always
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Dahoam VII – Am Wendelstoa Jetz sitz i drom am Wendlstoa Deng dro wås Heimat fia mi is Is es des Lacha von meine Kloan‘ Oda nur a Ort den i vamiss Heimat kost ned fåssn es is so vui Mehr ois de Wäida und de Berg die i auffe g‘sting bin Und doch g‘spia I do dieses g'borgne Gfui sig i an Wendlstoa wann i hoamkimm Home VII - On the Wendelstein Now I sit atop the Wendelstein think about what home is to me is it the laughter of my kids or just a place that miss You cannot grasp home, it's so much more than the woods or the mountains that I climbed But still I get this salvaged feeling If I see the Wendelstein when I come home

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"Belonging, identity, exclusion, otherization. What is home and who gets to call it that? Why is something considered typical or local and how can we make a place our own? 10 years after exploring some inner truths, peace and strength in the wilderness of Femundsmarka, it is now time to take a close look at the place we call “home” and try to find some universal truths about it. Rooted in the landscapes of Upper Bavaria, written in its tongue, those seven songs of “Dahoam” (“Back home”) can barely put in words what home truly is or what human beings dare to make of it. Yet despite all the darkness that comes with it - there still is this sense of belonging once we see the Wendelstein in the distance. The concept of home, the contradictions and inner conflict that come with it is what "Dahoam" tries to explore."

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released September 24, 2021

Winterherz: Vocals, guitars, keys & samples
Dominik Frank: Guitars, Backing vocals
Markus Frey: Guitars
Arvagr: Bass, Backing vocals
Thomas Birkmaier: Drums

Guests:
Benjamin König: Additional keys in "Im Ebersberger Forst"
J.J.: Additional vocals in "Am Tatzelwurm"
Nostarion: Cello in "In da Fuizn"
Austin Lunn: Additional vocals in "Mim Blick aufn Kaiser"

"Dahoam" was recorded on several occasions in 2020/21.
Guitars were recorded at Schattenschmiede Studios.
Drums recorded by Lukas Danninger at Mischbatterie.
Vocals recorded by Markus Stock at Studio E.
Mixed and Mastered by Markus Stock.

Cover and all illustrations by Benjamin König. Fotos by Winterherz.
Layout and Design by Oliver König.

All music and lyrics written by Waldgeflüster.

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Waldgeflüster Munich, Germany

Started as solo-project of Winterherz, but becoming a full band in 2014, Waldgeflüster shows an individual mix of melancholic and nature-bound topics. The project, which was founded in autumn 2005, renders homage to Black Metal and its complexity with every note and every word of the lyrical songs.
Waldgeflüster is Black Metal: emotional, profound, nature-bound…
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