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Tears Of Mother Moon
06:44
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Tears Of Mother Moon
Tears Of lunar shining
Falling on a snow
Sorrowful lunar drops of nostalgia
Of the times
When dolmens and cromlechs
Of our Motherland
Rested in silent pride
Lunar gates to the times of our
Ancient Motherland
When temples and idols
Stood in the shadow of the gray heaven
Now their ancient foundations powdered with snow
Together with the ashes
Of the true faith priests' bones,
Crucified on the gates of their temples
Astral journey in the moonlight
To the times of glory
Standing in the woods,
Under the starry skies
In a cold February air
Appearing the shadows
Of my tribe' elders, now forgotten
Only myself remained,
Who came to honor the memory
In the decline of February
Sorrowful voices of the ghosts
In the mounds shadows
Tell me the true story of our land
Ice chime of the frosty lute
By plaintive moan spreads in the air
And the dead voices,
Meanwhile weave their speech,
Filling my heart
With sadness, sorrow and anger
In the sign of fading Imbolk
My spirit is rising to the moon
Singing of voices from the past
Taking away my soul
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Disciples Of The Old Faith
Kernunnos, Veles and Freir
Horned gods of sorcery
In your honor we beget children
During ceremonies
At the holy mountains
Bondening the chain of our kind
By links of the sacred blood
They were Gods of holy spirits
That dwell in trees of the forests,
Stones, rivers and thunder,
That brings us the flame of fire
Spirits dwelled in our lands
From the beginning
We might to speak
At one language with nature
Knowledge that was lost
Since priests of new god came
They claimed our gods as devils
They are impersonaled
Forces of nature
And gave her power
To the crucified one,
From the folk of the sands
The tribe of cowardices,
That knows no rivers. no forests
And no song of the wind
Spirits hidden in
Dark woods
And swamps
In frightening guise
They guard sleeping gods
Until the time
When they will be awakened
By new disciples
of the old faith
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In the Circle of the Elders
The peaks of the distant mountains
Are painted in crimson color
In the shadow
Of the mighty giants
Tucked the low hills
Winds of Ostara throw
The snow from the trees
And carried the sound
Of far quiet singing
Voices from the mounds
Where Elders
Of our folk rest
Faces of great voivods
And beautious goddessess
Covered by a waxy pallor
Withered wreaths at their heads,
Swords and staffs at their feet
Under the ground
All entrances are sealed
To the mounds
Only custody torches
Burn in overnight,
And around them dancing
The chains of black shadows
Night carefully keeps there
The true greatness
Of the former light
In the starry bright night
When Ostara freed
From captivity
The gates are opening
Shining columns
Of the ghosts
Walking from behind the Veil
Bright ancient shields
And helmets
Old blades
Are still sharp
As were
Many ages ago
In the circle of the Elders
The gray-haired king
With icy eyes,
Hands me the relic of my folk
The old sword,
Which I take
With true reverence
Rows of noble maidens
And harsh warriors
Stood in honorable silence
Cold stream of winds
Ran from cemeteries
Ice cold breath of wraith
Enveloped my face
My vision cleared,
I'm standing alone
In the darkness and fog,
All vanished like
An obsession,
Like never been
Only woods were stained
In twilight of the dawn
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Winds Of Beltaine
05:44
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Winds Of Beltaine
Night felt unto the hills
And sacred fires of the spring
Stirred up in the crisp air
Feast of the dark flame
We perpetuate the fire,
The symbol of the sun,
In the night
With an every dawn
As a fiery falcon
Flies away from darkness
Blood for the soil
Traitors to ash
Wheels of sunfire
Rolling down the hills
We honor
The Queen of Coven!
Dances of torches
Dances of shadows
In the holy circle
In the name of Grannus
Which streams
Pulled out of the ground
In the sweet fog of dope
We merge together
In the ecstasy of the night
Peals of spring thunder,
Chased away the ghosts of winter
In the winds Of Beltaine
Echoed the voices of priests
Reflected from the stones
Of the sacred mountain
Where feasts of flesh
Were celebrated for ages
Where were conceived
The best sons and daughters
Of our folk,
Silver children of the Moon
In the dawn of infernal summer
The feast of dark flame
Fires of the far past
Scattered in the winds of Beltaine
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Twilight Waterfalls: Breath Of Carpathian Lakes
While my spirit was walking
In the twilight forest
Near the peaks
Of Carpathian Mountains
I heard the noise
Of the waterfall
The wall of water reflected
The heavenly purple color
Of Lugnasad sunset
In the water misty haze
I fancied glow
Of the far Highest Halls
Staghorned shadow stood
At the top of waterfall
Master watching over his domain
Night falcon fly
From the hills
To the point,
Were blue skies
Are merged
With the golden fields
Of Oriana
Glacial breath of
Carpathian lakes' coldness
Splashes my face
One vision
Is replaced by another,
In the cycle
Of ancient times
On the waving water surface
I saw the old temples, moonlit
Threatening faces of gods
Cutten in the wooden trunks
Remembrances of stellar whirlwind abyss
In a transe
Of waterfall noise
Twilight turned into night
The night beasts
Came out
Of the black thickets,
For the hunt
Welcoming mother moon
By their greeting howling
Silver gates are opened
On winged horses woven
Of the midnight mist,
Through the gelid tears
Of the fog
Master and heathen sisters
Fly to congregation
On the mountain top
Daughters of silver
Circling in a dance
With the stars
And the moon
Shining flower
Of fern blossoms
Bitter flower of sorcery
The celestial forge plucked
Bright shafts
Of the holy
Silver sparks
And the fires
of distant constellations
Flicker from the depths
Of the bottomless
Inky well
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Ruins In Autumn Blaze
08:24
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Ruins In Autumnal Blaze
Ruins of guard towers
In the shadow
Of the great waterfall
The once snow-white noble stones
Covered by soot and dirt
Greatly undermined by time
In the October sunset hours,
When the sun is moving
Toward the horizon
The rising wind
Brings the echoes of many
Whispering voices
Muffled clatter of weapons
Ringing of magical harp'
Busting strings
Opens the doorway
To a world of memories,
That drowned
Into the lake
Of time
Ghostly figures
Of great heroes
And war maidens
Once again intrude
On their watch
They're pursued
By the visions of the past,
When proudly soared
On the tops
Of the white towers
The valiant banners
Of the Fiery Falcon
Grey-Haired Elders
Watched from the skies
Like brave men and women
With the faces of the sun
On their shields
And with naked swords
Went to defent
Their motherland
Today,
Trampled the faith
Of the Elders
Sacred oaks
Are chopped
Temples are burnt
With our heathen
Brothers and sisters
Alive
Idols were drowned
In the rivers
The conquerors walks
By the paths
Of our land
And above it
Flutters the Basylisk
Of Vatican
The ghost watch
Waits for a day
When the sun
Will be darkened
By clouds of crow flocks
That will feast
On the flesh
Of the fallen
No water will be
To drink
In the forest streams
From the rivers
Of blood
Burning chariots
Will roll across the sky,
And will throw
Fiery hammers
On torn land
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Night Of Fire And Ravens
07:37
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Night Of Fire And Ravens
When invaders ships
Arrived to our shores
At the Ancestors Night
Sorcery fog laid
On the ground
Pagan horror
Risen in their hearts
Hearts of iron soldiers
With basylisks
On their breasts
Terror crept
Into their soul
From mouth to mouth
Passed down the stories
About cruel druid folk
From the Island of the Damned
Rose the terrible storm
And lightning flashed
In the skies
Fearsome Taranis and Perun
Gave us their omens
Came to our aid
Morrigan sent from the skies
The clouds of hungry crows,
Hungry for enemies' giblets
Priestesses
In raven cloaks,
With religious ecstasy
Uplifted abroad their hands
To the skies
And sent curses
Towards the ranks
Of adversaries
Awakened
The fearful shadows
Of the sacred groves,
Like spots
Of picth darkness
They rushed
To the stricken field
The thunder of the drums,
The roar of hundred grinning sips
And a hellish wail of horns,
The clash of the weapons
Sounded in the air
Of the holy night
Blood washed the ground
Lavishly pouring
The holy soil
Sozzled were the spirits
Of the earth
There was a rumor
Around the world
And the winds carried
By the bloodied waves
Of the sea
The formidable fame
Of the druid folk
From the sacred land
From the Island of the Damned
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Dark Autumn Rites
06:52
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Dark Autumn Rites
In agonal sighs of the dying-away October
The fire of a forest decline is reflected
In the melted gold of fallen leaves
Uneasy winds become colder, and shadows are extended
We're going to circle near the forest burial mounds
From there appearing the powerful shadows of the dead,
The patrons of our tribe and folk
And they require sacrifices, like fading forces of nature
We put before them the heads of the Roman soldiers,
Who slain druids and cut down the sacred groves
We share their flesh with the spirits of our ancestors
And sprinkle by their blood the cold autumn ground
We raise the bowls made of their skulls
And drink the blood of our fallen enemies,
Washing by it our faces and bodies
In the reflection of cold moon disk
We are holding hands, moving around in circle,
And our chants echoing in flattering thickets,
From where a lot of luminous eyes watching us
And spirits of our ancestors dance with us
Erased the line between the spirit world
And the living world in Samhain
From a wide circular stone altar rises
The swirling tall shadow with deer horns
In triumph he spreads his palms to the October night sky
And by his pointing finger, he dawns on us!
Great god of wild forest, Cernunnos, we greet you!
Veiled in darkness
You are who topped with deer horns,
Lord of the lower world,
Of forest, trees and beasts!
Praise to You!
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Forest Ghost
Cold smooth
Surface of lakes reflects
Landscapes of sullen forests
And morose skies of the autumn
Grey heaven canvas hangs
Over the growing cold ground
Drops of rain
And howling
Of chilly October wind
Freeze heart
Of the earth
Fog of woods creeps from the gates
Of the castle stroma
Drowing in the marsh
Unsteady shadows of guards
Doomed to carry the watch
Over nocturnal land
Sharpened steel
And weight of armor
Long ago crumbled to dust
Thud of horseshoes
Echoed in the air
Riders of cold moon
Still don't know the fatigue
As I doomed
To walk eternally
The forlorned woods
Spirits of the forests
Are banished
By the new faith
Only numb shadows
Speechless, wordless
Shades of trees and stumps
Are refracted
In the pale rays
Of the moon
In a bottomless chasm
A veil of heathen tears
Cold disk, the sun
Of the dead
Still holds
The memories
Rustles of the night
Strict, gloomy landscapes
Of hills and thickets
Domain of Veles
I am a forest ghost
Spirit of majestic
Night mountains
Black tongues
Of holy rivers
Bathing in the darkness
I lived in waters
Dwelled in a stones
Breathed in a trees
I was born
Before the beginning of time
And I will stay here
Forever
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