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Beware, my friend. When you hear the roar of thunder on a cold winter night, never approach a window. Once again the King of Wild Hunt will succeed in his summoning calls.
The shining skies will echo to the clatter of horses galloping on the rough clouds towards the Bald Mountain, carrying the omen of war.
Smoke of fires shall welcome them, and the will of a single-eyed horseman will burn a great lust in those who approached his hypnotic throne.
Beware, my friend. He will guide your ascension. But the freedom to be tempted rarely comes with freedom to decide.
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Cries of fern-owl
Raise forgotten fears
From the years of yore.
Glowing phantoms
Pierce the walls of stone
With the sudden hoar.
Running horses
Carry deadly tribe
In the autumn sky.
King of Wild Hunt
Rushing at frontline
Hastens cursed allies.
Frozen winds
Blast down
At defenceless town
The hunt for tempted souls
Has begun.
And it seems
Right now
Each of us is drawn
relentlessly away
by its run.
"I must join
Never-ending horde" -
Words appeared in mind.
Guided towards
Our master’s sword
We will run the Hunt.
Riding flat-out
Green and violet road
We observe his might.
And at last now
I can understand
Words and ways of night.
Frozen winds
Blast down
At defenceless town
The hunt for tempted souls
Has begun.
And it seems
Right now
Each of us is drawn
relentlessly away
by its run.
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Fire’s warming midnight,
The horde arrives at the mount.
Three crones welcome the One,
With heavy cauldron of blood.
Young maids dance in the smoke,
Welcoming us to the swarm.
Here stands grandfather oak -
This is the place we belong.
Black deers and headless hounds
Gather in the clouds.
Never again
Shall you fear of the dark.
This is where we unite.
Your urge for the endless extase
Night will forgive at last.
Never again
You’ll be lost in regret
This is our guiding light.
Fire’s warming midnight,
The horde arrives at the mount.
Three crones welcome the One,
With heavy cauldron of blood.
Young maids dance in the smoke,
Welcoming us to the swarm.
Here stands grandfather oak.
This is the world we belong.
She takes your hand and flames
Cover your tempted soul.
Never again
Shall your passion stop
Under the walls of denial.
He has caught me with eyes
Asking if I’m alive?
Never again
Shall we hesitate.
Soon we will give our oath.
Welcome call
Of bald mountain
Leads the souls
To arrive.
Welcome death
In your last dream
Opens path
To his realm.
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My fellow, let’s go up the road
We’ve got invitation to come
He’s there to provide us with hope
To rule our home if we dare.
We’ll join his call when he’ll ask:
Be sure it’s all what he needs.
We’ll go and fulfil simple task
And gather the throne for our deeds.
Tired hands of us who’ve sworn
Put the rightful swords aside.
Hungry daggers take the turn
In the gown of ashen light.
Silent shadows in the lanes
Hide the empathy from hearts.
Poisoned prongs bring cold from graves,
Teaching us their ruthless arts.
My fellow, our hands were red
When we left burning town.
With the price of the dead paid
For long-awaited reward.
Let’s feast: it’s a grateful time.
He welcomes us for our deeds.
My fellow, invited am I
To keep the throne for his needs.
Tired hands of us who’ve sworn
Put the rightful swords aside.
Hungry daggers take the turn
In the gown of ashen light.
Silent shadows in the lanes
Hide the empathy from hearts.
Poisoned prongs bring cold from graves,
Teaching us their ruthless arts.
You’ll have to go:
There’s nothing left
I’ll stay enthroned,
You’ll pay the debt.
My past belief
Face its demise:
It’s always worth
The sacrifice.
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Someday we shall reach
Holy land of our past.
Someday we could see
Our brothers in arms.
Former allies
Declare:
Never return
Again.
Somebody else
Should you call friend,
Go away.
Former allies will
Unite
Charging against
Coming night
Staring with eyes,
Full of the hate
I had to reignite.
War ways
Stun the earth
And I seem
So loath.
My hands
Rule ascension,
All I have left
Is my blood-red oath.
Can you ever reach
Holy land of your past?
(Now it’s bound and enslaved
By your power)
Can you stand again
With your brothers in arms?
Sacred oath
I gave
Turns them all
Away.
Ravenous steel
Wickedly knows
Only pain.
Sacred oath
I gave
To the king
Of shades
Came with a price
I hardly could
Ever pay.
War ways
Stun the earth
And I seem
So deadlocked.
My hands
Rule ascension,
All I have left
Is my blood-red oath.
Someday we shall reach
Holy land of our past.
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I remember the ash tree as high as the mountain, with branches full of young leaves.
I remember its roots growing all over my world, connecting my past with your days.
Old ways we walked, old gods we prayed, but it’s the same once again.
The one with million faces is there, wherever we eventually arrive.
I remember the calm warmth of your hand, so tender as nature itself.
In the cold world of steel my mind dwelled, but my heart remembers your tales.
United by one grief, we share the pathway, without beginning or end.
I remember you told me nothing matters more than a single step towards home.
I remember the smell of autumn, flying cobwebs, and crying birds flying away.
I remember the glory and courage of my people who stood like titans defending their villages.
And though we lost the war with a colossal force we couldn’t stand against,
I remember it all when I feel the evoking winds of the lands we came from.
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(as a tribute to a song "Когда я умер" by Konstantin Stupin)
When I died
Nord Ost was howling from the sea
My burning ship
prepared the final bed for me.
When I died
the sun exploded, sweeping stars
Collapsed to ocean
Burying everything.
I remember the ash tree
With branches full of young leaves,
Remember them shining with rays,
Connecting my past with your days.
When I died
Only owls and cats survived,
Bloody sharks came to grounds
As pack of hungry dogs.
When I died
I was baptised against my will
Leaving behind
the Elders I believed.
I remember the ash tree
With branches full of young leaves,
Remember them shining with rays,
Connecting my past with your days.
When I died
I remembered.
When I died
I remembered.
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Once we will gather, no matter your side, in the shining way.
Once we will join Great Eagle’s flight and unite again.
Where you can find will, there is a way to shorten the distance.
You’re not the first one betraying the day to taste the existence.
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The endless algor
Around castaway
Unveiled the verses
In the whispers of stars far away.
He stood in dead land,
At a bitter crossway
Hearing whispers,
Hearing whispers of stars far away.
You’re not the first one betraying the day
To taste existence.
Where you can find will, there is a way
To get shorter distance.
Don’t hide your hands so full of might,
Don’t hide the blood you spilled tonight,
Stand down, you have to hold your tongue,
You rule them all, but serve when I command!
Cry of fern owl
Has torn the nebula.
Master’s summon spell
Was cast by lamia.
The infernal
Agreement freed the wrath
Of the beast who strived
To feed the hungry void.
The endless algor
Around castaway
Unveiled the verses
In the whispers of stars far away.
He stood in dead land,
At a bitter crossway
Hearing whispers,
Hearing whispers of stars far away.
Farewell, my soul.
With this terminal prayer I shall go.
I’ll break the oath to guard old daylight
One last time.
Once we will gather - no matter your side -
In the shining way.
Once we will join great eagle’s flight
And unite again.
We stride, we march to battle line.
We stride, we know lots have to die.
We stride, we’ll breathe one final time
Before we dive in roaring deadly tide.
Cry of fern owl
Has torn the nebula.
Marching mortals
Faced the ancient phobia.
The infernal
Agreement freed the wrath
Of the beast who strived
To feed the hungry Abyss.
Another fight
Another reward
Those don’t make sense
Not anymore.
I won’t let beasts
Destroy forsaken home
I'll grip the sword tight
And let soul go…
Standing
for those
I betrayed.
One final fight.
The endless algor
Around castaway
Unveils the verses
In the whispers of stars far away.
He stands in dead land,
At a bitter crossway
Hearing whispers,
Hearing whispers of stars far away.
Farewell, my soul.
With this terminal prayer I shall go.
I’ll break the oath to guard daylight
One last time.
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What is the change
That we could await
In the sea of hatred
With muddy waves,
Among grey destroyed
Shattered walls
Among yelling void
Of remorse?
Once the skies will collapse
At our emptied lands,
fearful era will finish the line
In the chaos of burning hands.
All mountains shall wind into dust.
All cities will ruin in the void.
And angry oceans will boil.
The spine of the terra will coil.
Infinite smoke
Will cover the skies,
And all of us stare
At vanishing lines.
All the water will suddenly burn,
The sandsea will instantly boil,
We blindly missed final warn
Which torn the old skylines off.
Maybe one day the vial of life
Will cover the wasteland with grass.
Forest will grow under rain
From exalted shivering clouds.
The earth will repeat the untold,
The creatures will after appear.
Life will destroy itself many times
Clearing way to begin
In remnants of homes
Generations stand pain
As fire which was
Extinguished by rain
The debris of trouble
Won’t let them arise.
Clouds of the smoke will blind
And curse our eyes.
But our hope hasn’t died,
We tried to preserve the remains.
Fearful era has ended the line
Of the chaos in burning hands.
Something will be revived,
And Something is lost in the ages,
Something will be falling down
As ashes on our heads.
Ignited rain
Will cover the land,
And mighty oak grove
Will vanish in flame
All majestic invincible skyline
Is covered with deadly wounds
And rifts at the mountainside
Will soon help us cover the tombs.
Maybe one day the vial of life
Will cover the wasteland with grass.
Forest will grow under rain
From exalted shivering clouds.
The earth will repeat the untold,
The creatures will after appear.
Life will destroy itself many times
Clearing the way to begin
The vial of life
Will cover the wasteland with grass.
Forest will grow under rain
From shivering clouds.
And life will destroy itself many times
Clearing way to begin.
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They reached the end of times,
Tomorrow will remain.
Night of the Elders comes,
We see their ghosts now again.
This poem is written with cries
Of those who joined dark tides:
The freedom to follow the vice
Has crossed their right to decide.
It wasn’t the price they should pay to rise.
They cried when necks broke by the steel collars.
You are here my friend,
Faded in the echoes.
Parted destinies unite
In Elders’ Night.
Forward!
Stand here together!
We’ll guide the death beyond.
The emptiness of homes,
Shows price of victories.
It’s never seen in tomes
Of fatal history.
This poem is written with cries
Of those who did not stand aside,
The army has shattered the skies
And died for their right to decide.
It wasn’t the price they should pay to rise.
They wanted their necks to be free of collars.
You are here my friend,
Faded in the echoes.
Broken destinies unite
In Elders’ Night.
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Which of two merits more: freedom to be tempted or freedom to decide? Based on tales from several regions, the album tells us the story of a man captured by the Wild Hunt on one cold night.
The motives of Bald Mountain are central for many legends of Eastern Europe. Most of us who has ever read, seen or played anything related to "The Witcher" saga, knows who inhabits it. Come, a tempting yet dangerous journey awaits.