Uploaded February 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
HELLRIPPER - Coronach (LYRIC VIDEO)
Taken from Hellripper’s “Coronach” album, out March 27, 2026 via Century Media Records.
Pre-order here: hellripperband.lnk.to/Coronach-AlbumID
Join the Goat Kvlt: https://linktr.ee/hellrippermetal
Video by Irvan Dionisi / Theblackvisual.id
Hellripper logo by MoonrootArt
Artwork by Nightjar Illustration and Ikosidio
Hellripper: James McBain – All Instruments & Vocals
Hellripper live and video performance line-up:
James McBain – Guitar & Vocals
Joseph Quinlan – Guitar
Andy Milburn – Bass
Max Southall – Drums
Hellripper online:
hellripper.com
facebook.com/Hellripper1
instagram.com/hellrippermetal
hellripper.bandcamp.com
tiktok.com/@hellrippermetal
“Coronach” lyrics:
All hail our star and saviour
In times of woe and favour
Ascend in joy and sorrow
Eternally we follow
“He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain,
When our need was the sorest.
The font reappearing
From the raindrops shall borrow,
But to us comes no cheering,
To Duncan no morrow!”
Beckon the haar - it approaches
Barefoot in the grey morning dew
‘Neath the slow fading sun, the circle all gather
To honour the false life of you
Be it a war cry, be it a prayer
The last words you spoke, they still haunt the air
The grievers look skyward, yet you bide below
Restless in fire, and let it be so
The roads of the coffin
Are all paved with sin, boy
Don’t run from your calling
Don’t fear the darkness within
Sounding the death knell
This is your funeral
Let the pipes ring out
Let them squeal
‘Fore the coronach
Rattle the death bell
We bid you farewell
Let the quines cry out
Let them wail
For the coronach
“The hand of the reaper
Takes the ears that are hoary,
But the voice of the weeper
Wails manhood in glory.
The autumn winds rushing
Waft the leaves that are serest,
But our flower was in flushing
When blighting was nearest.”
Sounding the death knell
This is your funeral
Let the pipes ring out
Let them squeal
‘Fore the coronach
Rattle the death bell
We bid you farewell
Let the quines cry out
Let them wail
For the coronach
So dreich is the day, bleak is the night
Winter is coming, with no end in sight
Storms closing in, skies dressed to mourn
Doom’s breath is creeping, But life still goes on
Grief-masked hero worship
Your facade clean, though sure it did slip
That silver tongue, it kept your secrets
From a scream to a sigh, and now speechless
Forget the Lamentations
I hope your torment never ends
“Fleet foot on the correi,
Sage counsel in cumber,
Red hand in the foray,
How sound is thy slumber!
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and for ever!”
Quoted “Coronach” poem by Sir Walter Scott
#hellripper #coronach #allhailthegoat #speedmetal #thrashmetal #blackmetal #truemetal
HELLRIPPER - Coronach (LYRIC VIDEO)
Taken from Hellripper’s “Coronach” album, out March 27, 2026 via Century Media Records.
Pre-order here: hellripperband.lnk.to/Coronach-AlbumID
Join the Goat Kvlt: https://linktr.ee/hellrippermetal
Video by Irvan Dionisi / Theblackvisual.id
Hellripper logo by MoonrootArt
Artwork by Nightjar Illustration and Ikosidio
Hellripper: James McBain – All Instruments & Vocals
Hellripper live and video performance line-up:
James McBain – Guitar & Vocals
Joseph Quinlan – Guitar
Andy Milburn – Bass
Max Southall – Drums
Hellripper online:
hellripper.com
facebook.com/Hellripper1
instagram.com/hellrippermetal
hellripper.bandcamp.com
tiktok.com/@hellrippermetal
“Coronach” lyrics:
All hail our star and saviour
In times of woe and favour
Ascend in joy and sorrow
Eternally we follow
“He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain,
When our need was the sorest.
The font reappearing
From the raindrops shall borrow,
But to us comes no cheering,
To Duncan no morrow!”
Beckon the haar - it approaches
Barefoot in the grey morning dew
‘Neath the slow fading sun, the circle all gather
To honour the false life of you
Be it a war cry, be it a prayer
The last words you spoke, they still haunt the air
The grievers look skyward, yet you bide below
Restless in fire, and let it be so
The roads of the coffin
Are all paved with sin, boy
Don’t run from your calling
Don’t fear the darkness within
Sounding the death knell
This is your funeral
Let the pipes ring out
Let them squeal
‘Fore the coronach
Rattle the death bell
We bid you farewell
Let the quines cry out
Let them wail
For the coronach
“The hand of the reaper
Takes the ears that are hoary,
But the voice of the weeper
Wails manhood in glory.
The autumn winds rushing
Waft the leaves that are serest,
But our flower was in flushing
When blighting was nearest.”
Sounding the death knell
This is your funeral
Let the pipes ring out
Let them squeal
‘Fore the coronach
Rattle the death bell
We bid you farewell
Let the quines cry out
Let them wail
For the coronach
So dreich is the day, bleak is the night
Winter is coming, with no end in sight
Storms closing in, skies dressed to mourn
Doom’s breath is creeping, But life still goes on
Grief-masked hero worship
Your facade clean, though sure it did slip
That silver tongue, it kept your secrets
From a scream to a sigh, and now speechless
Forget the Lamentations
I hope your torment never ends
“Fleet foot on the correi,
Sage counsel in cumber,
Red hand in the foray,
How sound is thy slumber!
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and for ever!”
Quoted “Coronach” poem by Sir Walter Scott
#hellripper #coronach #allhailthegoat #speedmetal #thrashmetal #blackmetal #truemetal
