for me, with them it’s like the, y’all know the docu called “metal saved my life” or something like that??, that. It’s not that a specific song or something a member said has saved me, but it’s kinda like a feeling, or more, I KNOW that I wouldn’t live without ever hearing their songs. it’s that they’re so tied and connected to my whole life, especially when I was on my lowest, and that they’re such a bond between me and the man who saved my life. every of their songs SCREAMS his name. especially ‘Army Of The Night’. especially ‘Blessed & Possessed’. how he commented my first ever metal shirt. how we would talk about powerwolf and metal and music in general. but also. how listening to them somehow made my self-estem higher. how I actually for the first time in my life had an interest that was not a “hand me down” from my abusive mother or my stupid father. how there were people I knew that shared this interest. maybe I just think like this because y’know, I listened a lot to Powerwolf when my depression thankfully got better. how basically from my worst to now, over all these ups and downs, but always better, I had their songs. and these kinda friendships and conversations that formed over their music. all that.
