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Desolate Daughters
08:31
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Scorned by the Earth is a hideous seed,
Lives in the human flesh feeding the Beast
In endless war, there’s a hand of divine
Quenching descendants of all men and gods
All shall be cleansed by their blood!
All shall be cleansed by their blood!!
Enduring scars on their faces so young,
Daughters of generous nature,
What was the price of your lives?
Desolate creatures, devoured and disgorged
No one will save you
When the Earth bleeds,
In disdained shame of war
You are still
Cold as before
Cold… cold…
Longing for the Mother to come,
Strolling through eternal sleep
But they’ll awake in a lifeless dream
In the witness of fate and agony
Death, gore and misery in the eyes of the innocent child
Their malice is silence, grotesque is the law
Daughters of loss at once have you seen this before?
Long ago when winter came alone,
A sullen hope for affinity
They stood awaiting for her to bring them home
Steeping in eternity
Until the world disappeared
In winter’s dismay
Up from above
Stealing the light,
Gently falling snow
Upon your brow
Just for a while
Killing the time
For you...
For you!
No one will save you when the Earth bleeds,
In disdained shame of war
You are still there!
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Not Yet An Artifact
07:08
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You… not yet a piece of art for me
You… not yet an artifact (Fact!)
Not yet my memory
Just simple youth untouched by time
Your charm I feel behind these noble lines I carve
Oh!
A heartless mold (A heartless mold)
With every day I start it again and again
Nor to regret nor to forget your grace
Trying to sculpt the life from cast
BRIDGE:
Not yet a piece of art for me
Not yet my memory
CHORUS:
The air I breathe
Its poison gives me grief
Through dust I see
The face of your delight
Lone I'm still here and still carving stone
As winter takes its toll on my faded soul
-BRIDGE-
-CHORUS-
The face of your delight...
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Prey In Disguise
05:32
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All those tears spilled at your will
Conceal the blackest deeds thoroughly
When frailty deludes…
When frailty deludes perverted nature
To keep you free
From nefarious crime
Vile intent in disguise
Almost real is guilt for my regret
Delusive witness freezes me
In elegiac mood…
In elegiac mood rewards the scars,
My deepest wish
Of malicious kind
Recall the past
It holds me in the search of you
Reveals the truth through years of deceit
Anger allures the pride with forgiveness
Soon I’ll take what is mine
With a twist of my instinct
Hunting prey in disguise
Pleasing murderer within
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Mad Song
10:29
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The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs unfold
But lo! The morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling beds of dawn
The earth do scorn
CHORUS:
Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go!
Lo! To the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play
-CHORUS-
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain…
Pain…
Pain!
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O Captain! My Captain!
06:02
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O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring
O heart! My heart!
The bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen, cold and dead!
O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning
Here Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen, cold and dead!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won
Exult o shores!
And ring o bells!
But I with mournful tread,
O walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen, cold and dead!
Fallen, cold and dead!!
Fallen, cold and dead!!!
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The Healer
05:09
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In the bliss of night
When almost fell asleep
So carefully he serves
A poisoned medicine
CHORUS:
With the smile
And the blackened eyes,
Mean and wild,
He is pulling us
Into whirlpool
Of the mystery –
To the end
Of our history
POST-CHORUS:
With the smile
He can kill
Mean and wild
Thus he heals
In the shades of trees
When walking through the park
Behind the back he loads
Six bullets into gun
When buzzing thoughts in mind
Provoke the pain and lies
With no remorse he gives
A hand that holds the knife
-CHORUS-
-POST-CHORUS-
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Ghosts of Dawn
08:44
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WITCH:
In broken mirrors hiding don’t try me even find
My pale eyes start burning like fire
I wish to start an evil dance with spirits in the night
Live out my devilish desire
I will whisper with stars on the eve of new moon
With strange splendor in my careless eyes
There is small fee for those who enters my woods
Life is the price… Just life is the price!
I must to lend a hundred lives
That is the deal with Netherworld
Ninety nine souls who have recently passed
Already caged in my crystal ball
You have ride a great while over the snow,
I will take strength in your weakness
Your clothes are wet and your teeth are set,
You will slowly falling into deepness
SON:
What a strange place never seen I before?
My wounds are bleeding I can't ride anymore
WITCH:
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath the Time's flowing tide
SON:
How to get out of this void –
From abyss vortex hide?
Don't feel the body, legs and hands
WITCH:
Nobody now will help?
SON:
In senseless war I lost all my friends
And for whom slayed now damned?
Damned!
SON:
The gloom is coming and the Night comes with it
Let us rest here my faithful steed
WITCH:
Like a wounded beast caught in a trap
No more time for the tears
Everything in a gray foggy wrap
Now I can see all your fears
Illusion and sanity are one and the same
When two worlds colliding at once;
You'll never see whom you loved again,
I won't give you a chance.
You cannot move now – your body is weak
What a shame! Death is already creeping
Oh yes, yes... I will keep our deal
Now you can take him, grim reaper!
DEATH:
Few moments you pass to the world of dead
Kharon is waiting in boat
Few moments you pass to the world of dead
To Aides take an oath
GHOST OF MOTHER:
Throw away your sorrow son
With morning shadows – ghosts of dawn
I’m in your heart even though I dead
Don't cry for me just rise your head
With beams of light eternal dark will gone... gone… gone… gone…
With morning shadows – ghosts of dawn…
WITCH:
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath the Time's flowing tide
SON:
How to get out of this void –
From abyss vortex hide?
Ivory fingers rich out to me
WITCH:
No one to blame
SON:
No, you can't fool me
Don't make me to play in your game
No!
WITCH:
How dare you disturb my mystical rite?!
My claws almost took out his soul...
How dare you remind him about the light?!
I started his name in the scroll...
DEATH:
The burial shroud suits him the best
Cannot you see, it's obvious thing?!
Just melt in the dark and never come back
And let ceremony begin!
WITCH:
But why I can't start?! What have you done?
No more my power, no more my charm
His thoughts are so clear and will is so strong
No more to me his mind belongs
DEATH:
For now I retreat the time has not come,
Awake when the sun starts to rise
"By hand of God blessed" I let now you go,
Awake and open the eyes!
SON:
I'm alive and there is still hope!
How to escape you showed me the way?
Never despair, life goes on!
Praise the sun! Praise the new day!
Cheerful Songs of the dryads I hear
And flowers again starting to grow;
In the face of death never despair!
Life goes on... Life still goes on...
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How frail and peaceful these drowsy streams
Flowing down from the hills through the meadows,
Down to silver woods, to the shelter,
Where a child, the destined one rests forever
My unfounded hope,
I'll give you back to the skies
Abandoned prophecy for mankind,
I'll bring you back to the fire
Over the hills,
Over horizon,
Where smoke will arise
Above the mountains
A shade will lead me to the unbroken past,
Where all winds grow among these coldest mountain peaks
Follow thee, out from here I take a step
From this shell a weary mind will be released
Where gods fail, silence reigns
When gods fail, darkness impends
War without end!
Blessing or curse?
In blood and dust
Still we stand!
As swords clash and thrust for the kill –
Kill for the King!
With utmost rage and revenge
We'll bring them down!
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Спит ковыль. Равнина дорогая,
И свинцовой свежести полынь.
Никакая родина другая
Не вольёт мне в грудь мою теплынь.
Знать, у всех у нас такая участь,
И, пожалуй, всякого спроси —
Радуясь, свирепствуя и мучась,
Хорошо живётся на Руси.
Свет луны, таинственный и длинный,
Плачут вербы, шепчут тополя.
Но никто под окрик журавлиный
Не разлюбит отчие поля.
И теперь, когда вот новым светом
И моей коснулась жизнь судьбы,
Всё равно остался я поэтом
Золотой бревенчатой избы.
По ночам, прижавшись к изголовью,
Вижу я, как сильного врага,
Как чужая юность брызжет новью
На мои поляны и луга.
«Спит ковыль… равнина дорогая
И свинцовой свежести полынь
Никакая родина другая
Не вольёт мне в грудь свою теплынь»
По ночам, прижавшись к изголовью,
Вижу я, как сильного врага,
Как чужая юность брызжет новью
На мои поляны и луга.
Но и всё же, ночью той теснимый,
Я могу прочувственно пропеть:
Дайте мне на родине любимой,
Всё любя, спокойно умереть!
Но и всё же, ночью той теснимый,
Я могу прочувственно пропеть:
«Дайте мне на родине любимой,
Всех любя, спокойно умереть!
Умереть...»
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Shallow Rivers Moscow, Russia
Poetic atmospheric doom/death metal from Moscow, Russia.
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