Tomas "Ace" Börje Forsberg AKA Quorthon
February 17, 1966 - June 7, 2004
A to Z Blogging Challenge:
Q is for Quorthon
by
Opal Zushaquon
Talented Swedish multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, and music producer Ace Forsberg is one of the most underrated and most misunderstood musical talents. He was on the forefront of the Scandinavian extreme metal scene, but he didn't personally take the imagery seriously. It was theatrics, and he seemed quite bemused that anyone would take such things to heart.
Quorthon was a very private person. He never talked about his personal life. When asked his real name, he enjoyed using such pseudonyms as "Per Vars" (perverse.) He had a dry, off the wall sense of humor, which tended to be a bit bawdy.
Those who met Quorthon said that he was very unaffected by his renown. He was polite and gracious. He enjoyed helping young people trying to become successful in music.
Quorthon was very interested in Scandinavian history and mythology. These interests form the basis for many of his songs.
Unfortunately, Quorthon had serious heart problems, which ended his Earthly life at only 38 years of age.
Cie Cheesemeister, our infamous and rather cagey leader of Team Netherworld, liked Quorthon so well that he was the inspiration for one of her first Netherworld characters, along with fellow Swedish metal tunesmith The Spooky Guy (Per Yngve Ohlin.)
But enough from me. It's time for you to listen to Quorthon's band, Bathory.
~Opal~
Cross-posted to:
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS
There is a serpent in every Eden
Slick as grease and cold as ice
There is a lie in every meaning
Rest assured to fool you twice
In this age of utter madness
We maintain we are in control
And ending life before deliverance
While countries are both bought and sold
Holy writtings hokus-pokus
Blaze of glory and crucifix
Prepried costly credit salvations
TV-preachers and dirty tricks
Don't trust nobody
It will cost you much too much
Beware of the dagger
It caress you at first touch
O, all small creatures
It is the twilight if the gods
When the foundations to our existence
Begins to crumble one by one
And legislations protects its breakers
And he who was wrong but paid the most won
Even the gods of countless religions
Holds no powers against this tide
Of degeneration because we have now found
That there is no thrones up there in the sky
Run from this fire
It will burn your very soul
Its flames reaching higher
Comed this far there is no hold
O, all small creatures
It is the twilight if the gods
(Twilight of the gods
Twilight of the gods
Twilight of the gods
Twilight of the gods)
