1. INTRO

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2. BRZASK I ( WHITE RAVINE)

Consumed by the death now thou belongs to the icy earth
Thy spirit shall find the grave itself
Becoming the mist,
A mountain breath

An ominous voice that echoes through
the highest parts of the giant mountains

The omen of doom
Still haunts this world
In the search of darkness

Countless centuries thou have slept in darkness
Ravaged by the wind, immersed in dreams full of fire

Now shadow and flames devours the night
Painting the picture that wander through the sky
Praising the chaos
Mourning the dying embers of morning light

Then the bright sun has drowned the sky
And earth took a deep, deep breath
Raising the ashes blessing the night
The wind has scattered the mist


3. BRZASK II (WIND INCANTATION)

Icy air hung deadly among the crags
As time has curve the space around
The Sudeten mountains
Deep in the heart of somber woods
Spirits feed the air - one of ancient gods
The eyes of the world

Howling scream ripped out of entrails
Peel out through the darkest corners of the earth

The gale, which announced your return
Will shake the skies
When the darkness will fall from above

As we did centuries ago, we pray to the wind
In the valley among the misty sea
Rubezahl reigns

Nocturnal landscape woven of gold
Howling wind dispersing the snow

In the valley among the misty sea
Darkness prevails

In the valley, where sacred void lives


4. BRZASK III (CRIMSON DAWN RITUAL)

Sound of downburst hast filled the sky
Black clouds became gloomy and cold
Envoy of death hast shed the blood
Then summoned wind that buried the sun

And when all space laid silent
Spectral whispers came form stars
Flaming, unnamed darkness the blaze of night

Forgotten rites at the Sniezka top
Cadaverous hands rising sacred bowls
Drop by drop absorbing the light
Burial of sun in the forlorn shrine
Ancient tombs are trembling as dead hast heard the call
Spiritual carnage ritual forgotten and old

Wisdom comes from stories, when the stories become tales
Stories told for ages by the mountains which speaks with invocation of blood
Behold the crimson dawn

I saw the dead in white
In form of the ancient god

I have heard the stories
I have tasted the blood
I have been there in silence
I have buried the sun

I will shape the darkness
I will praise the night
I have told the tales
But still I am dead inside

I saw the dead in white
In form of the ancient god