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Gates Of Antiquity
10:31
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The bonfires of the gods
Are still burning
In the autumn night
The well of stars surface swirls
The horseshoe
In the cold night
And neighing horses
Ringing weapons
And insane laughs
Daughters of Artemis
Ride through the woods
The pale skin
Shines in the night,
The steel of the armor
Glitters in the moonlight,
Their eyes burn
With sorcerous fire
To The Palace Of Gods
And Throne Of Stars
Lies their path
Where the Goddess
Is married to the Lord
With the Crown
Of the Deer Horns
The offerings are made,
The words are pronounced
The gates of antiquity
Are open
Mountains, forests and rivers
Return their outlines
As they were
Centuries ago
Salamander's laughter in the tongues of fire
Light whispers of nymphs
And river maidens
In the waters of lakes
And crowns of oaks
Whose voices were strangled
By the gray dogs
Of the Vatican
In the midst of a wild forest
On top of a mountain,
I contemplate the flight
Of Artemis Horsewomen
To the Celestial Palace
Of stellar Dust
To The Palace Of Gods
And Throne Of Stars
Lies their path
Where the Goddess
Is married to the Lord
With the Crown
Of the Deer Horns
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Over The Land Of Galatia
09:01
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Screams of crows' flocks joyfully
Greet the night of the spirits
When the rainy weather turns
Into cold autumn twilight
The black-winged flocks of Morrigan
Black color of mourning
The Plumage of Death
The crows circling
Over the fallen soldiers
And bodies of random travelers
In the rocky gorges
And boggy swamps
The equestriennes
Of the Black Crow Goddess
Ride in the sky
With howls and yells
Of jubilant madness
The Holy Morrigan
Her hair is like a black wing
With graying part of wisdom
Cold murderous frenzy beauty
And mesmerizing reverence
She sows rains and fogs
Over the land of Galatia
From which fire and bloody rain
Falls on the heads of the enemies
Long gray days
Without rays of sun
Scorching foliage,
Dreary swamps
And inhospitable mountains
The blurred fogs rise
Above the dank lowlands
Weathering stone circles
On the hills
And dark lumps
Of megaliths
The old demons of the sea
Hide in the cracks of the rocks,
Strange dark shapes
Light the fires at night
Blood is pouring out
On the old chipped altars
Druid's bloody visions
In a unified prophetic ecstasy
With the magnificent Morrigan
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Rain falls
On the cold autumn ground
From heavy gray clouds
The earth gratefully accepts this
offering
High in the mountains,
A murmuring brook begins,
Which runs down the slope
And gives rise
To cold lakes and rivers
The earth is covered
With a scattering Of moonstones
In droplets of night dew
Witches wash their bodies
In lake waters
Preparing for a night wedding
With the Lord of the Forests,
Which comes out of the thicket,
With a wolves retinue
In the dance of star fires,
The daughters of the old faith
Are entwined in ecstasy
With the Lord
The vibes of pleasure
Are mixed with the wolves' howling
And night birds singing
Are carried up, to the misty skies
To the eye of the cold moon
Framed by the radiance of distant
planets
Lined up at night in a sorcery
sequence
Pulsation of night air
And trembling dew
Waves of ecstasy
Flow along with the cold streams of
rivers and lakes,
Where they flow into the seas
Together with the breath of noble
trees
And the heady scent of witch herbs
Where reality turns to the sorcery
side
Where the viscous fog
Turns into purple twilight
The shroud of daylight is dropped from
the outlines Of the Carpathians,
Appearing in its true greatness
From the cracks of rocks and
mountainous caverns
Сomes the breath of the other world
Its icy freshness draws signs in fog
patterns
Of the spire and gate
Of the old fortress of primordial
feelings
Where the flower of witchcraft is
still
Revealed by pagan fire
And the heat spreads through veins
Visions in a scarlet haze
Of a witch's brew,
In the breath of the majestic
Carpathia!
Moon track trail
Of flying witches procession
Following the distant mystical horizon
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Over The Bivrost
09:07
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Over the ice pass
On the crystal steps,
Lost in the clouds
Where the sons of the thunder spirits
Rush up in the sky
And the shining chariot
Leaves the fog,
Announcing the beginning
of a new day
Breathe in a deep breath
The immortal spirit
Of mighty mountains
And frosty skies
Where
From the far peaks
Leads a rainbow bridge
To the Halls of the High One
And from high steep
Down the stairs,
Lower and lower,
Into the halls of the dark alves
Where lies the mighty serpent
On the pile of gold
Where the hot steel pours
And the blacksmith's bellows blows,
So the swords are forged
In the North
And to freedom again,
To the clatter of hoofs
And the clang of arms,
The whistle of arrows
Crimson sunset paints mountains,
Forests and steppes
Cut out runes' patterns
On the faces of the hills
Smoke bursts out
Of the Helheim gates,
Hollowed out in a crack of the mountains
Bringing the voices of dead souls,
The night is their time to speak
The black equestrienne
Rides across the sky
Scattering handfuls of stars
Night dew renews the earth,
Washing away
Rye honey of battles
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The chariot of the sun
Passes its way across the sky
At the end of the day,
Hiding in the realm
Of the underworld
The lunar mistress
Comes on to the scene
Together with the gray fears
Of the night,
Guarding the peace
Of the Great Lord of Silence
In the depths of forests
Bone riders gallop
On the nicks of cold winds
Over valleys, forests,
Rivers and mountains
In the land of nocturnal iridescent music,
The ancient legends and tales
Of our precious heritage
Come to life
Cold snow on unsteady paths
And the sweetness of fresh honey
In the sun
The icy voices of the ghosts' mounds
And the heat of the spilled blood
Night mysteries of burning bonfires
Witching rites on the mounds
Conversations with the otherworldly
The spell voices of the dead
And dances of the sunwheel
On the tops of the hills
The past with whitish eyes
Looks at us
From the swirling dancing fog
Stories
From the paths of the unconscious
From cold voices of Nav'
Into the sun warm of the day
Cold of the night,
Song of the wind
Ringing of steel
Whispering witches' hex
On the edges of forest graveyards,
Woven by a blood ornament
On a black canvas of soil
Our Slavic Heritage
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Return To Old Europe
09:59
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On the shores
Washed by the cold northern seas
Lies my path
The roar of the waves
And the sound of the surf
The song of the cold wind
Reaches a distant line
Of dark forests
The proud peaks
Of snow-covered firs
And century-old pines
Where in the wooded mounds
And ruins of ancient altars
Dance the ghosts
With icy eyes
On the moss pathways
Powdered by snow
Lies my path
Forest, unleash your ghosts!
The whisper of oaks,
Tales from other times
Flickering ghostly eyes
In the thickets of winter
Swirling marsh lights
Near the stones of force,
Frozen in the marsh
On the pathways
Of distant villages
Lies my path
A plaintive moan
Of a blizzard
In the clapping of heavy shutters
Heavily sigh
The wraiths of winter
Along the houses they wander
And look through the windows
Wind gusts blow them
Into the night
Fields of snow, so endless
Mountains, so high
Rivers, so mighty
And crysral lakes
Rays of sun
With fresh breath
Of morning winds
Painted in a gray
The pre-dawn twilight
Reflection of sunlight in a snow
Like the sparkle of precious stones
The horizon of a spring being born
Lights the blood of the hearts
Along the cold shores
And along mountain forest tracks
I go to see again the harsh,
But such a dear to my heart landscape -
The Heart of Old Europe
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