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Pestilent Carrion
04:44
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Darkness filled the valley
Like mountain avalanche,
Wind's bringing dense mist
Thunder of steps, flap of wings.
No sky can be seen behind hundreds of bodies
Night is full of Harpys' howls,
Feathers are aflame of fiery arrows
Setting on fire ancient temples.
In sleepy hollows, in whisper of wind,
Pestilent Carrion – a fact and a legend.
The tocsin resounded,
Smoke cloaked every house
Enraged, the hordes
Broke through the fortress
Where fierce Moloch stepped,
There are wails by torture fires,
Captivity of fire and sulphur,
And the triumph of new era.
Pestilent carrion will waver of fear
There are wolves and foxes there,
Wilderness and marshy path,
Snowy mountain peaks of black rocks
In sleepy hollows, in whisper of wind,
Pestilent Carrion – a fact and a legend
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2. |
Mirror of Archon
05:07
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Ancient runes of distant north
Once will blaze up with cold fire
The moan of the demon is heard,
Imprisoned in black mirror frame.
Where the falcons fly in the sky
Above dormant valleys like a mountain ring
There he rages, the mirror demon,
Beyond the thin glass midst spurs in ravines.
There, where narrow paths lie beyond crests,
Rocks are cracked by Odin’s hammer,
Swift streams blowing with cold
Somewhere beyond turfy swamps
The sea of melt steel rages
Incarcerated into the mirror since ancient times,
And souls became slaves for ever
Who'd seen their reflection.
The walls of the prison solid and stone
Are melt in wax streams
Scant light of a smoking torch,
Is enough to taste the world at the break.
There was no freedom sweeter for the prisoner
And the poisoned air isd full of evil,
There are hot waters under the snow,
The glass is cracked
The sea of melt steel rages
Incarcerated into the mirror since ancient times,
And souls became slaves for ever
Who'd seen their reflection.
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Wyvern
05:26
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Fear
Sleeps in the dark of
Cavern.
Breath
And there's a stone
In breast
Black pus oozes out between the scales
Venomous steam is alike a shroud
Air from the throat is plague-infected
A Wyvern is midst marshy sewage
Tail
Like a knife
Stings.
Shivers
Body with tremble
With heat.
Raising lacerated wings in vain
Throws on the ground
Bloody mercury runs in the dirt
Wound gapes in the middle of a breast
Tearing through the drifts
Brunches, giant roots
In the middle of a rotten abyss
Into the shelter of marsh creature
Writhing with horrible stench
wizzard is stretching his arms
To the tight lump
His reward is a heart
Night
Everything around
Wispers
Away!
With blood you're
Marked
There
In the jaws
Of woods
Now there're
Only
Bones
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4. |
A Song of Ice and Fire
05:11
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Sun is drifting, setting, creeping into hollows,
Silently the earth's groaningl, the dry clay,
like mercury the time is flowing, losing its force
From distant marshes with dusk and mire it blows.
From dusk to dawn,
Writhes the ancestral land.
Heat and dust,
Chime in the ears
From dusk to dawn,
Wind carries ashy clouds.
How can I gain strengh
to make a step?
How many of them are agonized
Suffering in hell -
In the mortal flesh and horrid wounds
'Neath the bales in mounds?.
Dead dream doesn't heal sores,
And they did not sleep forever!
And devoid of gift of speech,
There was a jackal - the forerunner.
Hour by hour storm is brewing
Skies are swarming with furies,
And, descending, the are tearing
Grass and heather at the mound.
At night, in the gullies the moisture is flowing,
In veil the snakes are swirling
They are drawing from the dungeons
By the power of the fire.
unholy dale lies frostbitten
By the echo of cold winter,
For the king and for the nation
There's no angrier than blizzard.
And just taking awful form,
From the ice a living lich
Satisfying power's hunger,
It's the cold and fire's pitch.
From dusk to dawn,
Only one will get the heart
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5. |
Queen of the Damned
04:06
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Pitch black eyes -
Towards the skies
With the wind above the earth
Ash
Smoke of war will bring
From the sea
The anguish of depths –
The legion of the dead
I feel the breath of darkness
They're like the edges of diamonds
Their flesh is a power for nature
Their blood grants everlasting years
There's no more horrible thing
Than the blind thirst of power
And in chase of beauty
Craving for the sacrifice
In the tower cast of steel
In the stormy slough
So far
Somewhere in the icy womb
Virgins sleep, of celestial beauty
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6. |
Entropy (feat Astarte)
05:47
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Rain weeping by day
In early spring, by the tangled path
Flame resists to the wolfish cold
Spread with slush it is the road
Steep slope is blowing by winds
Aghast we’re eyeing twilight
Whisper of fire, grumbling of owl
Sparks are throwing up like bright bends
Quiet haven and long shadows
Dangerous, like an edge of a spear
An Elvish maiden, a quiet Vesuvius
Quiet haven and long shadows
Deadly, like an edge of a spear
The Princess is near close to forest stream
I de smaragdgrønne silker
Alvbrud øver hekseri,
Forlovende seg i ølrøyk
Med en monarkisk аpril.
Early sunset in April
Leaves and grass are shot gold
Like under the spells of potion.
A Forest maiden, a pure smaragd.
Steel becomes glow from wrathful glare
If it falls down to enemy
He’s a man at the daytime
But lives like a wolf at night.
Quiet haven and long shadows
Dangerous, like an edge of a spear
An Elvish maiden, a quiet Vesuvius
Quiet haven and long shadows
Deadly, like an edge of a spear
The Princess is near close to forest stream
I de smaragdgrønne silker
Alvbrud øver hekseri,
Forlovende seg i ølrøyk
Med en monarkisk аpril
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7. |
Witches Circle
04:18
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Cold morning and shy shadows
The red sun stuck in branches
Wrapped with smoke of logs afire
To the whisper of forest brook
Crimson coals will cover with ash
Visions whirl – dreams alive
And hoarse cry's broken out
With heat, frost and tremble.
Wild song will crash out in choirs
Where fonts steam
The nightingales keep silent there
And wine will inebriate heads
Every circle of a wheel condemns
Like a rack to the everlasting pain
We twist the capstan, pouring water
For the devil to come
The golden horde with hellish dance
Calms down the gust of sinful flesh
Raising hands to starry skies
Round dances flash among the fires.
At the hour of blooming May
Like reverie, like fright
Walpurgis-night slowly melts
Above the Witch circle dies.
With no power to resist the call
Clothes are torn to shreds
Blood will flow in familiar affluxes
When the day will be dawning
And burnt from end to end
Light will be spread upon skies
Delusion lets up scattering it's track
In minds of the spellbound ones.
The golden horde with hellish dance
Calms down the gust of sinful flesh
Raising hands to starry skies
Round dances flash among the fires.
At the hour of blooming May
Like reverie, like fright
Walpurgis-night slowly melts
Above the Witch circle dies.
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I hjertet av vinteren,
I mørke hertugdømmet,
Sukker en hjerterdame
I soria-moria-slottet.
Hun sørger over ønskene
Og lystenheten sine,
Blir kvalt av halsjernet av gråt,
Hyllet i hermelinen.
I vente av et hjerteress -
Som vil sin lengsel lindre
Med odd og egg i hærklærne -
Garnet av sug hun binder.
Og hjerteramte hærskarer
Forfrossen er i hjel,
Kildrende med sin hyllest
De står som hildringer.
Skylte sine tødde tårer
Ulvesøsterens skrubbsåret,
Men den skarete hjertevunden
Bare herren slikke kunne.
Skodde kryper på ulvestier
Som det hvitlige dødssløret,
Fra de høyreste isfjeller,
På skavlene og skaresnøen,
I jernånden av iskulda,
Gjennom granskoger i snødrakt
Jager fram en svarte ridder
Møen til sitt rov å gjøre.
Mens beundrer skummle smykket
Dødblodet av solefallet,
Huldrer bærer bak sitt slep,
I sitt blod ligger iskraven.
Hvor de gråe kilder sildrer
Samler hun opp helaliljer,
Som, forgrått i jernetorner,
Frister med de lyse tårer.
Til salmen av nordendraget
I den døde kirken be hun,
Blondekledd i blodrubiner,
På det blomsterstrødde steingulv.
Månesigdet rev ravmørke,
Sluddsnø snerter olmst spisstårner.
Nærmer seg den svarte ridder,
Hjertet sitt av ømhet hogger.
Og den hulle tispa grøsser
Om netter forutfølende
Sødmen av sæd livgivende,
I forgården sin sprutende...
Når i det solrike fjerne
Den hærkledde hjertenskjæren
Hildrer i fyrig solrøde,
Hun skal komme ut å gi ham
Vartegnet av herredømmet,
Å bli sammeln den himmelske
Henskyllende purpurrødme...
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9. |
Омут
06:00
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Зарученной девой меня смерть взяла,
Нечистью водной быть здесь обрекла.
Над гатью истлевшей немая луна.
Да Навьи огни в ночь Купалы без сна.
Плакучие вербы над чёрной водой
Мне будто в укор напевают порой
О душах, загубленных мною в ночи.
Да злобно неясыть седая кричит.
Болотницы и водяницы,
Не печальтесь, простите сестрицу.
Отпляшите по мне на Русальной.
Да пропойте о Навке печальной.
Батюшка Велес, услышь свою дочь.
Мне всё здесь постыло, блуждать уж не в мочь.
Пусти меня к тем, кто почил в вечной тьме.
Мне любо лежать хладным трупом на дне.
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