SAVAGE DAUGHTER ❤️‍🔥 cover by ANAHATA ~ Viktoria

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➤ ANAHATA is a Transylvanian metal act best known for their regular releases on YouTube (both, covers and originals). Formed in 2015, the band quickly found its idiosyncratic style that is imbued with
their music. Weaving epic soaring female vocals into a musical web of heavy guitar riffs, their harmonically full sound is instantly recognizable.
From slow and emotional ballads to hard-hitting power metal, they brave them all, having released more than 100 songs throughout their career. Maintaining a warm and glorious relationship with their
fans, Anahata’s story is continuously being written as they passionately carry the metal torch.

➤CREDITS: ©Special thanks to Gwendelyne for this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lp8cGcuokg
©Wyndreth Berginsdottir ©Anahata ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lm3bQ5g0hwY

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I am my mother's savage daughter,
the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter,
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

My mother's child is a savage,
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers,
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.

My mother's child dances in darkness,
And sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
And watches the stars and renames the planets,
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.

My mother's child curses too loud and too often,
My mother's child laughs too hard and too long,
And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches,
And clumsily raises her voice in this song.

Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water,
Brought into this world through blood and through pain,
And deep in our bones, the old songs are wakening,
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain.

We are our mother's savage daughters,
The ones who run barefoot cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters,
We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice