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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

(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.

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.

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.

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.

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.