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Sacred Forest
07:24
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I'll tell you a story
About greed and suffering.
The story of the twelve druids
Whose bodies warm the grieving earth.
The forest where my ashes wander,
Carries the screams of those days.
My thirst, My desires
We’re rotting in my skull.
Every night, the trees howl names.
I tried to run, but my strength was fading.
My fate is in perpetual stagnation.
And I wander, becoming an unwilling keeper.
Unwilling keeper.
Trapped in the sacred forest.
Killed and buried with my blood.
The forest cursed body and soul.
The primeval land that gave birth to the gods,
Which I defiled and killed.
Becoming the keeper of the mourning trees.
Silence during the day and howl at night.
These two hundred years the fog in my head
We’re making me to stay in a blackout.
My sleep was disturbed by wolf cries
And the sounds of tearing wounds.
A Stranger in oblivion
Buried in the leaves.
With a face of concern.
Under the howl of the trees
I was waiting for his words.
Under the smoke of dried herbs,
Under the burning steam
And an infusion of humility.
I can see the anger and anguish in his eyes.
He is looking for ways without deprivation.
With his spirit, mine grows stronger.
We were searching.
But what do I know about all this?
I'm a murderer that's locked in misery.
Sacred forest leads us on the wind.
And the light is brighter and gives birth to life.
And the trees begin to be silent at night.
But there are no answers yet.
When the moon broke through the crowns again,
I went out to them, to the twelve elders.
Prayed for forgiveness again.
The wind started screaming and I heard them.
Now I am the keeper of these forests,
Hidden from everyone.
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2. |
Price of Desire
05:32
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This story is pure truth.
It's about greed and redemption.
Forgotten lands shrouded in veil
From which my soul freezes.
The wind gnaws at lost bodies.
And history knows how I will fall.
I've lost my mind.
I was blinded.
A gift that swallowed my soul.
But the offspring tried to find.
It turned black as I took it in my hands,
Sapphire flower, from loved ones.
That I would perish in the abyss,
And he cursed his own sons.
Cloaked in darkness.
Locked up the soul
That's the price of desire
With a heart with a hole
Only one tried to reason with me
Gave a crack in the heart of a flower.
For which I was wrapped in ice in the flesh.
Forgotten in the crypt and waiting for the hour.
My son, forgive me.
Find the forgotten lands.
Crypt shrouded in mist.
Prince of shroud and icy wastelands.
Holds a flower frozen to the hands.
The spirit looks into the prisoner's eyes.
Exuding a cursed ghostly cry.
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Ice Crown
04:22
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В Черном оплоте моё тело томилось,
Я призван был шепотом, наполненный тьмой.
Увядшая плоть перед силой склонилась,
Вселив в меня холод, сделав вечным слугой.
Как пешка был брошен на смерть королем
Повержен, раскаян, непрощённый никем.
И чёрствое сердце огнём полыхает,
Готовясь блуждать в царстве вечной зимы.
Пройдя весь Нордскол, сквозь Ревущие Фьорды.
Драконий погост и Седые холмы.
Я слонялся туда где нежити орды,
К саронитовой крепости - моей прошлой тюрьмы
Потерянный свет, промерзшие кости
Гнетущие души загубленных мной.
Под шепотом тьмы терзают мой разум
И сломленный дух нарушает покой.
Шепот... Мы слышим его,
Но власти над нами не будет.
За тысячи душ ответит предатель,
А мы будем вечно страдать…
От проклятия.
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Nebular Warrior
04:30
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His axes chime loudly
And the face is washed with ashes.
Whirlwind blows the pious
Scars of the past.
Blood will make its way.
They strangle the outcast.
Revenge for the loved ones.
Who blindly believes in God.
Under the green haze
The Nebular Warrior walks.
Chanting the darkness in the light,
Born in the towers of Dargun,
Their pale shadows fade from the light.
And frosty rays break the fetters.
Harsh hymns of dark nights.
They sing of tainted leather.
Revenge for the loved ones.
Who blindly believes in God.
Under the green haze
The Nebular Warrior walks.
The priests swallow the pus of the gods.
The Nebular Warrior walks.
Lurking in the fog
Under the polar lights.
His axes chime loudly
And the face is washed with ashes.
Wild shadows run to the towers
Their time has finally come
Dark blood will cleanse the phantom
Their Sorrow incinerates priests.
Nebular Warrior
The ashen face of death.
Nebular Warrior
Face of death.
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Vintersøn
03:57
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The moon that thirsts for our blood,
The fire that keeps our life.
When the call is heard,
Swords will dash to stain the snow.
Blood will spill in cold plain.
Their horses are racing when the night falls.
But the spears will pierce the black armor
Death will hide us in a cold hand.
Eyes will not see another dawn.
We wanted to die with a sword in battle.
But we were buried under the ice.
In the cursed land of our ancestors.
We are the Sons of Winter!
Vintersøn.
Crows are waiting for a feast
Flying over the wounded.
They don’t touch the damned.
We will become the spirits and the dead.
We are Sons of Winter!
Cursed in the day of the Crimson Moon.
Our lifeless bodies
Hidden in catacombs of ice.
They fear the wrath of the dead.
But we'll return...
We will take revenge.
We are the Sons of Winter!
Vintersøn.
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6. |
Death in the Wastelands
05:03
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Зеленая дымка играет во мгле,
Мой дух готов оставить бренное тело.
Я веду эту запись, смотря на костер,
Он согреет лишь дух, что держит мой прах.
Выводя в дневнике свой последний узор,
Растеряв всё тепло, я угасаю в снегах...
Я прошёл долгий путь,
Мои кости обгладывает северный хлад.
И снегом дышит пробитая грудь.
Последний рассказ, моё бремя мой мрак.
Бескрайние земли, что сеют загадку,
Северный взгляд на ночном полотне.
Идущий по зову, я устремляюсь к упадку,
Оставшись с последним костром наравне.
В скорбящей позе застыл тот искатель.
Он вечен будет в белом плену.
Теперь прах развеян - хлад твой ваятель!
Для блудного духа как звезда промелькну...
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Tyra
06:05
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A black shadow walked across the dead dunes.
An obsidian skull adorned his shoulder.
To the abode of evil
To the crypt of the forces of distortion.
Where dust reaps burning flesh.
And the chains held the creature.
Ice lands are replaced by sulfur swamps.
The temple is buried in the ashes and haze of black ice.
Serpent Riders of Chaos
They take living essence.
For one born from cosmic dust.
«Lotan»
The world is blinded by dark winds.
The Stranger looked into his eyes.
The serpent awakened and the forces rushed into battle.
Sorrow and flesh.
Destruction and ashes.
Blood and mist.
Gray peaks of the icy maw.
The temple of darkness has become a tomb.
The wanderer's blood stained all the dust.
Where the Ancient Forest is now.
And Dark
And Light.
And People.
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8. |
Deceived by the Gods
11:45
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Desolate wind broke the ice wall.
And darkness flows from the depths.
The Black Graves of Forgotten Tyrants
Has shivered feeble screams.
Their wrath stiving on iron lands.
Where the kingdom breathes death.
For a thousand years they rested in the dusk.
Shadows swim in the prisoner's mind.
Leading him through the rotten soil.
He carries the blood of his relatives.
Where ancient mountains ruled.
And the rivers gave life.
The sky is painted black over the light of shining stars.
Beyond dark horizons
Black spirits flare again.
Their voices will break my heart
And throw me into the abyss.
Deceived by the Gods
Blood flows through cracks in the ice.
Gathering the ashes together.
Black flame burns with suffering
On white skin with black burns.
Gray snow fell from the sky.
And the ravens sing a mournful song.
The heartbroken killer held the victim.
With pain
With agony.
The black ones revived their horses.
Leaving clarity of mind as a gift.
The secret rites in haze have performed
They go away in mist.
Dark and eternal
Realm of the Black Gods.
Evil Riders
From dust and bones.
Arise the era of the Dark Ages.
Ravens are calling.
The chains of ice are broken
The triumph of pain
Came from the lifeless lands
Black knights
Howls of madness.
Deceived by the gods.
Deceived by the gods.
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Mort Froide
Prédicateur - Guitars, Bass, Vocal, Synth, Lyrics.
Pest 666 - Drums (2020-2022)
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