
Panychida : Moon, Forest, Blinding Snow

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1. RED MOON RISING (THE DRINK OFFERING)
We will drink the mead
In this dreamlike promised land
Drink the mead, my dear friend
Drink the mead in our beloved land
Drink the mead till our glory's end
Till our glory's end
We are passing through mountains
Breaking storms, waves of snow whipping again
Mighty hills jailed by frozen chain
Grimly they rise, resisting frosty rain
We can hear quiet Vesna's calling
We can see the birch tree growing
We can feel that forest awaking
We are sure to be at the end of the journey
By our gods, peace is broken
By our gods, we will stand
By our gods, we were chosen
To protect the promised land
My friend, the moon is glowing red
Enemies born from western mist
Perun I swear, we'll protect the land
Many will die, but never kneel
And now we drink the mead
In this dreamlike promised land
Drink the mead, my dear friend
Drink the mead, in our beloved land
Drink the mead till our glory's end
2. THE FIRE WORSHIPPER
Mountains of madness, fret-darkened sky
Deepest suffering of your mind
Sprinkles of ice are piercing my eyes
Winter drought to every bone rooted in
Aeons ago, frozen cold has cut my inner shield
Son of man, fate of rich sacrifice
Fight my friend when giants rise from the caves
Light your fire when tyrants are at the gates
A tribute to our venerated elders
Wonderful place on the warrior's trail
The moisture of trees, their wisdom was drained
Fire blazed up, glory was burnt
Where wind blows, punishment was coming forth
I have touched the soil, break the lore
Bleeding for a warm dime
Every day curing wounds
Until fire will return sun
Statues shall see, when strength returns to me
Sprinkles of ice are piercing my eye
Winter drought to every bone rooted in
Aeons ago frozen cold has cut my inner shield
Son of man, fate rich of sacrifice
Fight my friend when giants rise from the caves
Light your fire when tyrants are a the gates
A tribute to our venerated elders
Wonderful place on the warrior's trail
3. VELIJI DINI
(Instrumental)
4. ALATYRI
(Instrumental)
5. FLAMING FOREST
Flaming forests, set on fire
Dreaming mind will fall, lost,
Hidden in this cruel cold cave
Under eternal rule of frost
Above our surface they bleed under the noon sun
Prisoner forever, burning flesh cursed by no one
Shadow of the grave, being once under the noon sun
Entrapped in narrow cave, wild mind cursed by no one
History saw him hunting beasts
Deep in wild forests of countryside
Escaped from the known world
Searching the knowledge and then something died
Malice and cruel thoughts
Finding wisdom of ancient times
Natural powers returned to him
All-killing wrath under the ground
Struggled mind, closed into stone
Soon will be blind though he'll see
There can be found a mirror of the soul
The crash can revive life, and the dead can feel
Flaming forests, screaming beast
Guilt of the one has set them on fire
Flaming forest, earthly breast
Terrestrial fate, done and deceased
Beware the nature's wrath
Pray for the cautious sign
6. O ORILE I ZMIJI
(Instrumental)
7. THE STORY (... OF A MURDERER)
Abominable but gifted man
Smell of the city, disgusting realm
The name forgotten now
Lived in its age in the domain of scent
Amongst the sweat of bodies and putrefaction smell
The stench of sulfur rose from chimneys
The stench of rotting flesh from the wells
Beneath the gloss of blooming age, a whiff of loathly humans
An era when the scent was all the rage, a lack of morals
The air brings slightly a breath of her
A tender image of her body with red hair
Stroking her cheeks, feel the splendid smell
The edge of a knife flashes mighty in her cell
The name forgotten now
Lived in its age in the domain of scent
A power stronger than thousands of men, the air was heavy
A pleasure terror in his hands, and him standing steady
Whimpering human beasts, loud cries and moans
Beneath the gloss of moral age, it was infernal
8. RYHOPE
Smell of the wood, smell of the trees
Smell of the trees, echoes of the past
Rustling oaken leaves, oaken eddy which you cannot pass
Attracted by the secrecy, losing the notion of time
Relating intimacy to old legends, ancient fights
Dreaming about the roaring sky
About trees and thunder
Dreaming about forefathers
These secrets make me wonder
Stepping inside the mind of wood forlorn
Concentric circles, circles of the inner wood
Originate archetypes, the Celtic soldier and Robin Hood
Wandering in silence, wandering in myths
Step inside the history, live through the neolithic mood
Where the story starts
There the story ends
The mind is crooked
This realm it blends
Along the creek, leaving the realm of the world behind
From castles to battlefields, through space and time
Along the creek, leaving the realm of the world behind
From castles to battlefields, through space and time
Over woodlands and deeps, although the mind is blind
Unconsciousness feeds these places with archetypes
9. KRACUNU
(Instrumental)
10. MOON, FOREST, BLINDING SNOW
Moon, forest, blinding snow
My ancestors call me back home
Don't ask me who leads my steps
What made me follow this path
The thing I feel is older than any words
How can you dare to stop me now
Please, don't, I must go
Strange, moon shines slightly, just as little clouds allow
May inner enlightenment give me a sight of the day's clarity
Frost shivers my shoeless feet and tempts me to dance
The timeless dance with eternity
The last time I'm looking back with tearless regards
Well, I used to love it there
Last remembrance in a mind washed off pain and scars
Well, I used to suffer there
Strange, suddenly I understand,
All the tones and words whispered to me
A breathtaking song of divine unity
Frost shivers my shoeless feet and tempts me to dance
The timeless dance with eternity
You may have used to know me, sorry if I'll be missed
But the feeling inside is a law
I must keep on this path despite only guessing its goal
Sorry my friends, I must go
Moon, forest, blinding snow
My ancestors call me back home
11. THE MYTH OF THE ETERNAL RETURN / BLACK WINGS OF DEATH
As the moon grows to its completeness
I pray to gods of old
On the mighty hill I stand
Resurrecting the world
In the shine of the north star
Where heaven meets the earth and hell
Imitation of the act of gods
Fire, noise, screams shall prevail
Darkness grows deeper as the aeon declines
Return of the dead, soon a new morning shall rise
Hopefully looking back at the authentic time
Resurrection of free will, there our origin lies
Darkness grows deeper as the aeon declines
Return of the dead, soon a new morning shall rise
History's revocation reminds the golden age
Cosmos conflagration, return to the myth
I pray to gods of old
Resurrecting the world
Where heaven meets the earth and hell
Unfettered dance shall prevail
As the blooms wither these days
Our strength grows immensely high
Return to the golden age
Imitation of the archetypes
Nothing can last, what's not brought back to life
Cosmic image shining bright
Sacred moment with sacred vibe
Repeated beginning of our time
Black Wings of Death
The churchbell of doom is tolling
The angel of death is near
The ghost with cowl and the sickle
Spreading terror and fear
He's taking your breath,
He's twisting your spine
He poisons your soul and
He poisons your mind
Grim reaper will gather in his seed
Blood will splatter his path
A phantom that's sealing your doom
The damned's foreboding of death
He's taking your breath,
He's twisting your spine
He poisons your soul and
He poisons your mind
Riding high on the black wings of death
Like a nightmare that choking your breath
Like the terror that blackens your soul
It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole
The dice of life are falling
The weak and the poor will lose
The rich in their ivory towers
Can't feel that their head's in the noose
No chance to talk him round
The black death is spreading its wings
He's the Jonah of unbridled fear
The pain to beggars and kings
He's taking your breath,
He's twisting your spine
He poisons your soul and
He poisons your mind
Riding high on the black wings of death
Like a nightmare that choking your breath
Like the terror that blackens your soul
It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole
Riding high on the black wings of death
Like a nightmare that choking your breath
Like the terror that blackens your soul
It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole
We will drink the mead
In this dreamlike promised land
Drink the mead, my dear friend
Drink the mead in our beloved land
Drink the mead till our glory's end
Till our glory's end
We are passing through mountains
Breaking storms, waves of snow whipping again
Mighty hills jailed by frozen chain
Grimly they rise, resisting frosty rain
We can hear quiet Vesna's calling
We can see the birch tree growing
We can feel that forest awaking
We are sure to be at the end of the journey
By our gods, peace is broken
By our gods, we will stand
By our gods, we were chosen
To protect the promised land
My friend, the moon is glowing red
Enemies born from western mist
Perun I swear, we'll protect the land
Many will die, but never kneel
And now we drink the mead
In this dreamlike promised land
Drink the mead, my dear friend
Drink the mead, in our beloved land
Drink the mead till our glory's end
2. THE FIRE WORSHIPPER
Mountains of madness, fret-darkened sky
Deepest suffering of your mind
Sprinkles of ice are piercing my eyes
Winter drought to every bone rooted in
Aeons ago, frozen cold has cut my inner shield
Son of man, fate of rich sacrifice
Fight my friend when giants rise from the caves
Light your fire when tyrants are at the gates
A tribute to our venerated elders
Wonderful place on the warrior's trail
The moisture of trees, their wisdom was drained
Fire blazed up, glory was burnt
Where wind blows, punishment was coming forth
I have touched the soil, break the lore
Bleeding for a warm dime
Every day curing wounds
Until fire will return sun
Statues shall see, when strength returns to me
Sprinkles of ice are piercing my eye
Winter drought to every bone rooted in
Aeons ago frozen cold has cut my inner shield
Son of man, fate rich of sacrifice
Fight my friend when giants rise from the caves
Light your fire when tyrants are a the gates
A tribute to our venerated elders
Wonderful place on the warrior's trail
3. VELIJI DINI
(Instrumental)
4. ALATYRI
(Instrumental)
5. FLAMING FOREST
Flaming forests, set on fire
Dreaming mind will fall, lost,
Hidden in this cruel cold cave
Under eternal rule of frost
Above our surface they bleed under the noon sun
Prisoner forever, burning flesh cursed by no one
Shadow of the grave, being once under the noon sun
Entrapped in narrow cave, wild mind cursed by no one
History saw him hunting beasts
Deep in wild forests of countryside
Escaped from the known world
Searching the knowledge and then something died
Malice and cruel thoughts
Finding wisdom of ancient times
Natural powers returned to him
All-killing wrath under the ground
Struggled mind, closed into stone
Soon will be blind though he'll see
There can be found a mirror of the soul
The crash can revive life, and the dead can feel
Flaming forests, screaming beast
Guilt of the one has set them on fire
Flaming forest, earthly breast
Terrestrial fate, done and deceased
Beware the nature's wrath
Pray for the cautious sign
6. O ORILE I ZMIJI
(Instrumental)
7. THE STORY (... OF A MURDERER)
Abominable but gifted man
Smell of the city, disgusting realm
The name forgotten now
Lived in its age in the domain of scent
Amongst the sweat of bodies and putrefaction smell
The stench of sulfur rose from chimneys
The stench of rotting flesh from the wells
Beneath the gloss of blooming age, a whiff of loathly humans
An era when the scent was all the rage, a lack of morals
The air brings slightly a breath of her
A tender image of her body with red hair
Stroking her cheeks, feel the splendid smell
The edge of a knife flashes mighty in her cell
The name forgotten now
Lived in its age in the domain of scent
A power stronger than thousands of men, the air was heavy
A pleasure terror in his hands, and him standing steady
Whimpering human beasts, loud cries and moans
Beneath the gloss of moral age, it was infernal
8. RYHOPE
Smell of the wood, smell of the trees
Smell of the trees, echoes of the past
Rustling oaken leaves, oaken eddy which you cannot pass
Attracted by the secrecy, losing the notion of time
Relating intimacy to old legends, ancient fights
Dreaming about the roaring sky
About trees and thunder
Dreaming about forefathers
These secrets make me wonder
Stepping inside the mind of wood forlorn
Concentric circles, circles of the inner wood
Originate archetypes, the Celtic soldier and Robin Hood
Wandering in silence, wandering in myths
Step inside the history, live through the neolithic mood
Where the story starts
There the story ends
The mind is crooked
This realm it blends
Along the creek, leaving the realm of the world behind
From castles to battlefields, through space and time
Along the creek, leaving the realm of the world behind
From castles to battlefields, through space and time
Over woodlands and deeps, although the mind is blind
Unconsciousness feeds these places with archetypes
9. KRACUNU
(Instrumental)
10. MOON, FOREST, BLINDING SNOW
Moon, forest, blinding snow
My ancestors call me back home
Don't ask me who leads my steps
What made me follow this path
The thing I feel is older than any words
How can you dare to stop me now
Please, don't, I must go
Strange, moon shines slightly, just as little clouds allow
May inner enlightenment give me a sight of the day's clarity
Frost shivers my shoeless feet and tempts me to dance
The timeless dance with eternity
The last time I'm looking back with tearless regards
Well, I used to love it there
Last remembrance in a mind washed off pain and scars
Well, I used to suffer there
Strange, suddenly I understand,
All the tones and words whispered to me
A breathtaking song of divine unity
Frost shivers my shoeless feet and tempts me to dance
The timeless dance with eternity
You may have used to know me, sorry if I'll be missed
But the feeling inside is a law
I must keep on this path despite only guessing its goal
Sorry my friends, I must go
Moon, forest, blinding snow
My ancestors call me back home
11. THE MYTH OF THE ETERNAL RETURN / BLACK WINGS OF DEATH
As the moon grows to its completeness
I pray to gods of old
On the mighty hill I stand
Resurrecting the world
In the shine of the north star
Where heaven meets the earth and hell
Imitation of the act of gods
Fire, noise, screams shall prevail
Darkness grows deeper as the aeon declines
Return of the dead, soon a new morning shall rise
Hopefully looking back at the authentic time
Resurrection of free will, there our origin lies
Darkness grows deeper as the aeon declines
Return of the dead, soon a new morning shall rise
History's revocation reminds the golden age
Cosmos conflagration, return to the myth
I pray to gods of old
Resurrecting the world
Where heaven meets the earth and hell
Unfettered dance shall prevail
As the blooms wither these days
Our strength grows immensely high
Return to the golden age
Imitation of the archetypes
Nothing can last, what's not brought back to life
Cosmic image shining bright
Sacred moment with sacred vibe
Repeated beginning of our time
Black Wings of Death
The churchbell of doom is tolling
The angel of death is near
The ghost with cowl and the sickle
Spreading terror and fear
He's taking your breath,
He's twisting your spine
He poisons your soul and
He poisons your mind
Grim reaper will gather in his seed
Blood will splatter his path
A phantom that's sealing your doom
The damned's foreboding of death
He's taking your breath,
He's twisting your spine
He poisons your soul and
He poisons your mind
Riding high on the black wings of death
Like a nightmare that choking your breath
Like the terror that blackens your soul
It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole
The dice of life are falling
The weak and the poor will lose
The rich in their ivory towers
Can't feel that their head's in the noose
No chance to talk him round
The black death is spreading its wings
He's the Jonah of unbridled fear
The pain to beggars and kings
He's taking your breath,
He's twisting your spine
He poisons your soul and
He poisons your mind
Riding high on the black wings of death
Like a nightmare that choking your breath
Like the terror that blackens your soul
It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole
Riding high on the black wings of death
Like a nightmare that choking your breath
Like the terror that blackens your soul
It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole
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