Rangström was born in Stockholm, Sweden where in his late teens he started to write songs. He was given the nickname "Sturm-und-Drangström" due to his loud poweful music like a storm. He travelled to Berlin where he studied under Hans Pfitzner for a while in 1905–6, and also studied singing with the Wagnerian Julius Hey, with whom he later went to Munich for further studies. Some of the biggest jew movie composers are known for plagiarizing especially of Rangström. Tracklist: 0:00 1-1-Dityramb: Allegro Deciso E Con Passione Symphony No. 1 In C Sharp Minor, “August Strindberg In Memoriam” 17:30 1-2 Jäsningstid: Allegro Entusiastico 28:25 1-3 Legend: Andante Serioso 38:48 1-4 Trollruna: Sostenuto. Presto Turbulento 44:50 1-5 Kamp: Allegro Eroica 52:40 1-6 Vårhymn: Adagio Espressivo Symphony No. 2 In D Minor "Mitt Land" 1:00:55 2-1 Sagan: Allegretto Grave E Fantastico 1:16:09 2-2 Skogen, Vagen, Sommarnatten: Andante E Scherzo All' Improvisazione 1:30:45 2-3 Drömmen: Allegro Energico E Maestoso Intermezzo Drammatico 1:38:42 2-4 Introduzione: Allegro Patetico 1:40:44 2-5 Alla Danza: Poco Allegretto 1:44:02 2-6 Notturno: Andante Con Moto 1:49:15 2-7 Elegia: Andante 1:51:58 2-8 Alla Marcia: Allegro Risoluto Symphony No. 3 1:55:25 3-1 Symphony No. 3 In D Flat Major "Sång Under Stjärnorna” = "Song Under The Stars" Symphony No. 4 "Invocatio" Symphonic Improvisations For Orchestra And Organ (32:35) 2:17:40 3-2 Preludio: Largo Pesante 2:29 2:20:10 3-3 Alla Toccata: Allegro Arrabbiato 3:02 2:23:16 3-4 Intermezzo (Sotto Voce): Allegretto Malinconico 5:45 2:29:07 3-5 Recitativo Ed Arioso: Andante Lento Ed Adagio 14:53 2:44:07 3-6 Finale: Grave, Presto Ed Largo Maestoso Composer: Anders Johan Ture Rangström Performer: Mark Fahlsjo Orchestra: Norrkoping Symphony Orchestra Conductor: Michail Jurowski

Very good dark pagan metal from Armagh, Northern Ireland. Support the band: https://www.waylanderband.com/ https://irish-metal.bandcamp.com/album/waylander-dawning-of-a-new-age-demo-1996 Tracklist: 0:00 1. As The Deities Clash 7:44 2. Walk With Honour 12:44 3. Beyond The Ninth Wave 20:41 4. Galloping Gaels 26:59 5. To Dine In The Otherworld 37:15 6. Usurpers Of Our Legacy 45:39 7. Taker Of Heads 51:42 8. Elemental Chaos 1:00:26 9. Bru Na Boinne ---6. Usurpers Of Our Legacy--- With two tongues of silver, honeyed, sweetened with gold Claim now, compensation, for the lies we’ve been sold, The mystery disperses, the myth falls away, Thus, ending the dark days, when the clergy held sway. Hearts and minds of the people / Ensnared long ago. Strangers to the energies / Which no longer flow. With tales of the trinity / Convincingly told Demeaning our ways / As heathen and bold The courts of the kings, a pulpit and a stage, Manipulation of a fractious land. Politicise, cast words of doubt, / Fan the flames of discontent. Usurpers of our Legacy, Distorting Native lore, Import a creed unnatural onto our Emerald shore. Usurpers of our Legacy, demonising Ancient Gods Plagiarise our Festivals, Foulest of all frauds Usurpers of our Legacy, They’ll never keep us down. Rise up, now is the time, reclaim the Pagan crown. Rise up Pagan sons and daughters, / Symbolic swords held to the sky, (With the) Sun God in ascendancy, / We illuminate hypocrisy Arise! Gatherings don the centuries, / In secret groves and vales Patiently awaiting, / Revelations, come the Dawn. Beneath a flag of union, / Butchers carved and they cleaved, carved and they cleaved, they carved, they cleaved The tongue torn from the Nation. The goddess she grieves, the land it doth bleed Eiriu she grieves. Eiriu she grieves, the land it doth bleed Eiriu she grieves. ----7. Taker Of Heads---- As I cut you down and claim, / your empty Vessel as my prize, In ignorance, the question / are my actions just or wise? Propaganda, force fed, / feel the need to feed the greed Parasites upon our Planet, / frenzied as they feed, Black hearts, sickening smile, stylised / Gods, utterly vile, Shadow seekers, lords of deceit, / Currency their arsenal Wolves dressed as sheep. Spinning poisoned webs, alluring false comfort (The) people blinded by the facts they cannot see Ignorance, no longer, stays the execution Before I take your head, you will kneel to me. Takers of heads, decapitating sneer Takers of heads, emanating total fear Takers of heads, conquering the soul Takers of heads, insatiable desire. Your head, my trophy Hanging high above my door Skulls of enemy fallen Strewn across the floor Ever ready, ever willing To heed the material call March to the contest willing, Another dance of death. Ghastly ghoulish visions A sea of severed heads Bright blood dripping darkly Pooled upon the crimson sod. ----9. Bru Na Boinne---- Why can’t we comprehend the mysteries, / of sun and star and stone? Shout it out from the Hilltops, / Proclaim it on the plains, The Ancient Gods will never die, / whilst we invoke their names.