Blutmärchen
Grimm Tales, Vol. I

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The dark fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm — symphonic melodic death metal from the black forest.

Die Hexen zu dem Brocken ziehn, die Stoppel ist gelb, die Saat ist grün.
The witches climb the Brocken, the stubble is yellow, the seed is green.
Die Bedeutung · The Meaning

In the night between the last of April and the first of May, when the snow has melted and the soil has loosened, the witches climb the Brocken — the Blocksberg, highest peak of the Harz mountains — to dance around fire. The folk knew it long before the Christians christened the date for Saint Walburga. The fire has burned longer than any single name.

Goethe sent Faust there with Mephistopheles, hand in hand, up the dark slopes through wind and storm and thorn, into a sabbath of music and ash. Heine walked the Brocken in 1826 and wrote what he saw. The fire is still up there. The bonfires, every Walpurgisnacht, are still lit by the people of the Harz, the Eifel, the Schwarzwald, and across every Germanic forest where memory survives.

This is the doorway of the album. Everything that follows — the spindle, the tower, the apple, the oven, the wolf — passes first through the fire on the Blocksberg. Heia Walpurgis is the call to gather: the wind in the chimney, the choir in the trees, the night that says come.

Die Worte · The Words

Intro — bells / whisper / choir

Male whisper:

Hungry...

Female whisper:

Cold...

Choir:

Into the black forest...

Verse 1 — harsh male

Ash in the hearth and frost on the bread,
Silence of hunger where children are fed
Only with promises broken by fear,
Winter sat down and was living here.

Verse 2 — ethereal female

I held my brother beneath the pale night,
Small hands trembling but holding on tight.
The moon on the doorway looked ghostly and far,
Home was already a dying star.

Pre-Chorus — dual

Male harsh:

They spoke in the dark where children should sleep,
Of mouths they could not and a forest to keep.

Female clean:

But blood knows blood when the whole world is wild,
And sorrow grows teeth around every child.

Chorus / Refrain 1 — huge

Breadcrumbs in the dark, under dead white skies,
Falling from our hands like forgotten cries.
Step by step through the roots and the thorns we run,
With the night behind us and no rising sun.
Breadcrumbs in the dark, lead us through the pain,
Back to the door where the dead dreams remain.
If the world has cast us to the wolves below,
Still I’ll walk beside you where the lost ones go.

Verse 3 — harsh male

Branches like fingers, the black forest breathes,
Eyes in the distance like sparks through the leaves.
Every path twisted, every silence lied,
The trees closed around us and swallowed the light.

Verse 4 — ethereal female

I called to the moon through a shivering throat,
To every small crumb and each vanished note.
The trail we had trusted was stolen away,
Eaten by darkness before it was day.

Pre-Chorus 2 — dual

Male harsh:

The forest remembers the fear in our bones,
The cry of abandoned and nameless homes.

Female clean:

Yet even in terror a heart can still burn,
For love is the road when there is no return.

Chorus / Refrain 2 — bigger

Breadcrumbs in the dark, under dead white skies,
Falling from our hands like forgotten cries.
Step by step through the roots and the thorns we run,
With the night behind us and no rising sun.
Breadcrumbs in the dark, lead us through the pain,
Back to the door where the dead dreams remain.
If the world has cast us to the wolves below,
Still I’ll walk beside you where the lost ones go.

[Legendary Guitar Solo
Mournful noble melody unfolding into fast arpeggios, sweeping runs, fluid legato, dramatic bends, blazing melodic leads, twin-guitar harmonies.]

Bridge — cinematic

Female clean:

Brother, hear my breathing, I am with you still.
When the stars fall silent, I will be your will.

Male harsh:

When the world denies you and the hearth turns cold,
Only blood and courage are worth more than gold.

Final Chorus — layered

Breadcrumbs in the dark, though the trail is gone,
We will make a dawn where there should be none.
Though the woods devour and the night grows deep,
I will guard your name while the dead roots sleep.
Breadcrumbs in the dark, hear our voices rise,
Not as broken children, but fire in disguise.
If the world forgets us in its winter breath,
We will walk together through the jaws of death.

Outro — whisper / choir

Female whisper:

Do not let go...

Choir:

Der Wind, der Wind, das himmlische Kind...

Hinter dem Lied · Behind the Song
Artist
Blutmärchen
Song title
I — Heia Walpurgis! (Auf den Brocken)
Album
Grimm Tales, Vol. I — In Blood and Fire
Released
2026
Genre
Symphonic melodic death metal
Country
Luxembourg
Label
Self-released
Rights
© 2026 Blutmärchen — All rights reserved

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