About the Album: STUÄRNTANG
By STUÄRNTANG
We didn’t set out to make a “religious” album. We set out to make something true.
Self Titled – STUÄRNTANG is the sound of souls screaming under the weight of history, sin, doubt, and the bitter beauty of endurance. It’s the voice of a generation caught between the collapse of the old world and the fire of something new trying to be born. Raised beneath flags, blood, sermons, and silence—we’re the ones left asking: Is there still something sacred left in all this ruin?
STUÄRNTANG’s debut album is not just music. It’s memory, myth, and fire. It’s the inheritance of guilt and glory from ancestors we never knew but still carry in our bones. We were born beneath the sword. We were made in the fire of contradiction. And this is our confession.
From Stockholm to Dallas: Our Road
Most of us in the band grew up in Sweden, where cold winters forged thick skin and deeper thoughts. Our early sound was more blackened thrash and melodic death metal, soaked in the influence of At the Gates, Meshuggah, early Soilwork, and a steady dose of doom. But we wanted something different. Something more raw, more spiritually urgent.
We came to the States with nothing but guitars, saved-up kronor, and a dream to make our voices heard in the global metal scene. We didn’t come here to sell out—we came to break through.
The U.S. underground circuit welcomed us with open fists. Cramped clubs, half-broken PAs, gear held together with duct tape and willpower. We loved every second of it. But we stayed in the shadows. Too heavy for radio, too weird for festivals, and too desperate to fake it.
Until we heard a band out of Texas called Ghost Riff Riders, and a studio name we kept hearing again and again: Riffuge.
Enter Riffuge
We reached out. They answered.
A few weeks later, we met Sam Nolan Carter in a beat-up rehearsal room in Dallas. No suits, no contracts. Just musicians who understood. Other GRR members joined the conversation—musicians who’d lived through death, love, miracles, and hellfire—and their support changed everything.
What sold us wasn’t just the sound. It was the soul. “A studio that would produce our music with no strings attached?” We had to sign on.
This album was born at Riffuge, not just recorded there. The walls of that place are soaked with something sacred. And they helped us bring our sound to life in a way we never could on our own.
The Songs
Each song on Beneath the Wounded Sky is a battle cry, a lament, a psalm, or a curse.
- “The Weight of Flesh” opens the record with the tension between instinct and spirit—man as beast, man as soul.
- “God in the Moment” is the flicker of faith that refuses to die, even in total wreckage.
- “Serpent Memory” explores ancestral sin, the temptations we inherit, and the wars we must choose to fight.
- “Nails and Flesh” is haunted by sacrifice and guilt—blood-stained redemption and unhealed wounds.
- “Will of Iron” was forged in pain—how suffering, if survived, can become your armor.
- “Empty Light” rages against the lies of leaders and false prophets who once held our trust.
- “Infernal Grace” is a paradox: the mercy we sometimes find in hell, the strange salvation born of suffering.
- “When Heaven Looks Away” is a desperate cry—when God is silent, will you still speak?
- “Eyes Like Revelation” marks a turning point. A song for those who’ve seen too much but refuse to look away.
- “Born Beneath the Sword” is for our generation—those raised in endless war, spiritual and otherwise.
- “Last of the Martyrs” closes the album like a tombstone and a trumpet blast. A legacy of those who stood and burned for truth.
Themes and Fire
We wanted this album to walk the line between rage and reverence.
This is not blind faith. This is faith that has been torn apart and stitched back together with screaming and steel. It’s the kind of belief that survives abandonment, war, grief, and shame.
It’s for those who ask:
- Why was I made?
- Why am I still here?
- And is it possible to be holy… and still bleed?
If you’ve ever sat in the dark and begged for a voice that didn’t come, this album is for you.
If you’ve ever looked at the ruins of your past and whispered, “I still believe,” this album is for you.
If you’ve ever chosen love over power, even when it cost you everything, this album is for you.
What Comes Next
We don’t know what’s next. All we know is this album is real.
We made this for the bruised and the burned. For those who are done pretending but still believe something sacred might rise from the ash.
Thank you to Riffuge, to Ghost Riff Riders, and to everyone who gave us a chance.
We are STUÄRNTANG.
We were born beneath the wounded sky.
And this is our fire, our sword, and our salvation.
Awesome!