Cronian
Cronian is a progressive/avant-garde metal band from Norway and Sweden founded in 2004 by Øystein Brun and Andreas Hedlund, also known as Vintersorg. The band's music is heavily symphonic and programmed, combining melodic singing and harsh vocals, all aiming to create a very cold and cinematic feeling.
Biography
Having known one another for years, Borknagar’s main songwriter/guitarist Øystein Brun and Swedish musician Andreas Hedlund realized they had a similar idea for a band since 2000. Originally under the named "Ion", the two musicians began to collaborate, and in 2004 the band finally started gaining force. In 2005 the music of the band now known as Cronian was finalized and released, and in 2006 they released their first full-length album, entitled Terra. The album was mastered by famed musician and producer Dan Swanö, and released by Century Media Records as the first release in a three-record deal.
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ALBUMS
- Erathems released: 2013
- Enterprise released: 2008
- Terra released: 2006
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Project Hibernation
by: CronianAs soon as we held sceince key
Our thinking became infected
We tried to reclaim to cronian sea
Like infinitely wise we acted
But the sea conquered our toil
Still we knew it all
With egos firm as frozen soil
Our mastery began the poles fall
Like a dying season we fell asleep
Our sensibility desisted to grow
The pit of stupudity seems ocean deep
As we still bury our heads in the snow
We have to handle preparation before we summon
erudition
Otherwise wthe world's like glaze
Transparent, but a slippery derision
That covers the earthly maze
And we're lost in haze
Alarm! Alert! Wake up from your (un)conscious
Adjust your soul to this colure's frequency
We need a cessation of failing nunscious
And hibernation is a way to consult modesty
As the barren lands becomes grime
The biomes suffer by our torment
Cause we are insulated by time
Result: awake but dormant
Like a dying season we fell asleep
Our sensibility desisted to grow
The pit of stupudity seems ocean deep
As we still bury our heads in the snow
We need maturation of our capacity