Mongolian Metal
This is the most masculine-sounding bit o' music I've heard in a while. Mongolian throat singing meets metal. The music starts at the 1 minute mark:

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The last part reminded me of the Viking war chant video.

(01-15-2020, 10:16 AM)VoxClamantis Wrote: This is the most masculine-sounding bit o' music I've heard in a while. Mongolian throat singing meets metal. The music starts at the 1 minute mark:

Bear with me here --

The prioress tale, by Geoffrey Chaucer

There was in Asia, in a great city,

Amonges Christian folk, a Jewery,

Sustained by a lord of that country,

For foul usure, and lucre of villainy,

Hateful to Christ, and to his company;

And through the street men mighte ride and wend,* *go, walk

For it was free, and open at each end. 

A little school of Christian folk there stood

Down at the farther end, in which there were 

Children an heap y-come of Christian blood,

That learned in that schoole year by year

Such manner doctrine as men used there;

This is to say, to singen and to read,

As smalle children do in their childhead.

Among these children was a widow's son,

A little clergion,* seven year of age, *young clerk or scholar

That day by day to scholay* was his won,** *study **wont

And eke also, whereso he saw th' image

Of Christe's mother, had he in usage,

As him was taught, to kneel adown, and say Ave Maria as he went by the way.

Thus had this widow her little son y-taught Our blissful Lady, Christe's mother dear,

To worship aye, and he forgot it not; 

For sely* child will always soone lear.** *innocent **learn

But aye when I remember on this mattere, Saint Nicholas stands ever in my presence;

For he so young to Christ did reverence.

This little child his little book learning,

As he sat in the school at his primere,

He Alma redemptoris hearde sing,

As children learned their antiphonere;

And as he durst, he drew him nere and nere,* *nearer

And hearken'd aye the wordes and the note,

Till he the firste verse knew all by rote.

Nought wist he what this Latin was tosay,* *meant

For he so young and tender was of age;

But on a day his fellow gan he pray

To expound him this song in his language,

Or tell him why this song was in usage:

This pray'd he him to construe and declare,

Full oftentime upon his knees bare. His fellow, which that elder was than he,

Answer'd him thus: 

"This song, I have heard say,

Was maked of our blissful Lady free, 

Her to salute, and eke her to pray

To be our help and succour when we dey.* *die

I can no more expound in this mattere: 

I learne song, I know but small grammere." 

"And is this song y-made in reverence

Of Christe's mother?" said this innocent;

Now certes I will do my diligence

To conne* it all, ere Christemas be went; *learn; con

Though that I for my primer shall be shent,* *disgraced

And shall be beaten thries in an hour, I will it conne, our Lady to honour." 

His fellow taught him homeward* privily *on the way home

From day to day, till he coud* it by rote, *knew

And then he sang it well and boldely

From word to word according with the note;

Twice in a day it passed through his throat;

To schoole-ward, and homeward when he went;

On Christ's mother was set all his intent.

As I have said, throughout the Jewery,

This little child, as he came to and fro,

Full merrily then would he sing and cry, 

O Alma redemptoris, evermo'; 

The sweetness hath his hearte pierced so

Of Christe's mother, that to her to pray

He cannot stint* of singing by the way. *cease

Our firste foe, the serpent Satanas,

That hath in Jewes' heart his waspe's nest,

Upswell'd and said, "O Hebrew people, alas!

Is this to you a thing that is honest,* *creditable, becoming

That such a boy shall walken as him lest In your despite, and sing of such sentence,

Which is against your lawe's reverence?" 

From thenceforth the Jewes have conspired

This innocent out of the world to chase; 

A homicide thereto have they hired,

That in an alley had a privy place,

And, as the child gan forth by for to pace,

This cursed Jew him hent,* and held him fast *seized

And cut his throat, and in a pit him cast. 

I say that in a wardrobe* he him threw, *privy

Where as the Jewes purged their entrail.

O cursed folk! O Herodes all new!

What may your evil intente you avail?

Murder will out, certain it will not fail,

And namely* where th' honour of God shall spread; *especially

The blood out crieth on your cursed deed.

O martyr souded* to virginity, *confirmed

Now may'st thou sing, and follow ever-in-one* *continually

The white Lamb celestial (quoth she),

Of which the great Evangelist Saint John In Patmos wrote, which saith that they that gon

Before this Lamb, and sing a song all new,

That never fleshly woman they ne knew.

This poore widow waited all that night

After her little child, but he came not;

For which, as soon as it was daye's light,

With face pale, in dread and busy thought,

She hath at school and elleswhere him sought,

Till finally she gan so far espy,

That he was last seen in the Jewery.

With mother's pity in her breast enclosed,

She went, as she were half out of her mind,

To every place, where she hath supposed

By likelihood her little child to find:

And ever on Christ's mother meek and kind

She cried, and at the laste thus she wrought,

Among the cursed Jewes she him sought.

She freined,* and she prayed piteously *asked*

To every Jew that dwelled in that place,

To tell her, if her childe went thereby;

They saide, "Nay;" but Jesus of his grace

Gave in her thought, within a little space,

That in that place after her son she cried,

Where he was cast into a pit beside.

O greate God, that preformest thy laud

By mouth of innocents, lo here thy might!

This gem of chastity, this emeraud,* *emerald

And eke of martyrdom the ruby bright,

Where he with throat y-carven* lay upright, *cut

He Alma Redemptoris gan to sing

So loud, that all the place began to ring.

The Christian folk, that through the streete went,

In came, for to wonder on this thing:

And hastily they for the provost sent.

He came anon withoute tarrying,

And heried* Christ, that is of heaven king, *praised

And eke his mother, honour of mankind;

And after that the Jewes let* he bind. *caused

With torment, and with shameful death each one

The provost did* these Jewes for to sterve** *caused **die

That of this murder wist, and that anon;

He woulde no such cursedness observe* *overlook

Evil shall have that evil will deserve;

Therefore with horses wild he did them draw,

And after that he hung them by the law.

The child, with piteous lamentation,

Was taken up, singing his song alway:

And with honour and great procession,

They crry him unto the next abbay.

His mother swooning by the biere lay;

Unnethes* might the people that were there *scarcely

This newe Rachel bringe from his bier.

Upon his biere lay this innocent

Before the altar while the masses last';* *lasted

And, after that, th' abbot with his convent

Have sped them for to bury him full fast;

And when they holy water on him cast,

Yet spake this child, when sprinkled was the water,

And sang, O Alma redemptoris mater!

This abbot, which that was a holy man,

As monkes be, or elles ought to be,

This younger child to conjure he began,

And said; "O deare child! I halse* thee, *implore

In virtue of the holy Trinity;

Tell me what is thy cause for to sing,

Since that thy throat is cut, to my seeming."

"My throat is cut unto my necke-bone,

" Saide this child, "and, as *by way of kind,* 

*in course of nature* I should have died, yea long time agone;

But Jesus Christ, as ye in bookes find,

Will that his glory last and be in mind;

And, for the worship* of his mother dear, *glory

Yet may I sing O Alma loud and clear.

"This well* of mercy, Christe's mother sweet, *fountain 

I loved alway, after my conning:* *knowledge

And when that I my life should forlete,* *leave

To me she came, and bade me for to sing

This anthem verily in my dying, 

As ye have heard; and, when that I had sung,

Me thought she laid a grain upon my tongue.

"Wherefore I sing, and sing I must certain,

In honour of that blissful maiden free,

Till from my tongue off taken is the grain.

And after that thus saide she to me;

'My little child, then will I fetche thee,

When that the grain is from thy tongue take:

Be not aghast,* I will thee not forsake.'" *afraid

This holy monk, this abbot him mean I,

His tongue out caught, and took away the grain;

And he gave up the ghost full softely.

And when this abbot had this wonder seen,

His salte teares trickled down as rain:

And groff* he fell all flat upon the ground, *prostrate, grovelling

And still he lay, as he had been y-bound.

The convent* lay eke on the pavement *all the monks

Weeping, and herying* Christ's mother dear. *praising

And after that they rose, and forth they went,

And took away this martyr from his bier,

And in a tomb of marble stones clear

Enclosed they his little body sweet;

Where he is now, God lene* us for to meet. *grant

O younge Hugh of Lincoln! slain also

With cursed Jewes, — as it is notable,

For it is but a little while ago, —

Pray eke for us, we sinful folk unstable,

That, of his mercy, God so merciable* *merciful

On us his greate mercy multiply,

For reverence of his mother Mary.


For some reason they never include the Middle-english words to the prayer in books or online. I've seen words included once in print, in the part were Hugh's older classmate teaches Hugh the words when they are walking home from school, (and the words to the prayer, of course, are the most important part of the tale, aren't they?)

Also, it's interesting the way Chaucer puts it: 'Twice in a day it passed through his throat', as if a part of saying a prayer is the fact the words pass through your throat and then when Hugh's throat is cut Our Lady places a seed on Hugh's tongue so the words may be pronounced through Hugh's cut throat.
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