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Р​е​ч​и В​ы​с​о​к​и​е (EP)

by Drakon

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1.
Моревны лют покос, Но наша Родна Мать – Отчизна Светла Рось И её красна рать   Стоят как Мира столп, Как Всевладыко-Древо, Храня людской наш Род От Черна Змия гнева   "Тысячи лет течёт кровь наша по венам земли, Бурлит она горькою смертью и жертвами алыми, И исходит от токов её свет лучезарный, порфироносный, Ярче и горячее самого небесного солнца!"   И с нами боги все И наши честь и верность, Земле Родной – истлеть Не даст любовь и ревность Побед великих встарь И славы древней нашей, Всемирья мы – янтарь, Грааля чиста чаша   Чернее туч полки Алкателей наживы, Грязны их языки, И Смерть они, не Жива, Их растолочь во прах - Наш долг пред Мирозданьем, Кощея вечный крах На тризне мы помянем! ------------------- Morevna’s mowing’s fierce, But our native mother – Our bright and sublime Ros And her sanguineous army They stand like a world’s pillar, Like supreme Father-Tree, They’re keeping our race From wrath of Serpent-Zmiy "Our blood's been flowing through the veins of the earth for thousands of years, It boils with our bitter deaths and scarlet sacrifices, And its radiant porphyry-bearing light comes from the currents, Brighter and hotter than the heavenly sun!" And the gods are with us With our honor and loyalty, Our well-tempered love Shall keep our earth We hallow great victories And our past glory, We are parthenic Grail, The amber of world But the foe troops are blacker Than the clouds of storms, Their tongues are impure, They’re not Life, they are Death, We must crush them to dust – Its our duty to Universe Beast’s eternal collapse At the feast we will curse!
2.
«День господень зело близок» – Век за веком ложь святая, Род людской всё тожде низок, Слёзы в землю проливая За свою жизнь, Боясь тот свет, Се нарциссизм За тьмою лет Смерть? Смерть? Смерти нет! В мире всё – времяворот! Смерть? Смерть? Смерти нет! Жизнь всегда ждёт у ворот! СМЕРТЬ? СМЕРТЬ? СМЕРТИ НЕТ! В МИРЕ ВСЁ ВРЕМЯВОРОТ! СМЕРТЬ? СМЕРТЬ? СМЕРТИ НЕТ! ЖИЗНЬ ВСЕГДА ЖДЁТ У ВОРОТ! Смена эр и врат созвездий Век от века всё туиже, Тошный плач людей – нелепен, Лжепророков ложь – бесстыжа, Страх подземья смердит рабством, Недостоин он людского, Бег за пренебесным царством – Лишь урчание брюшное Вечен как Солнце Времяворот, Прядивом льётся, Куда-то ведёт, Он неизбывен, Ижица – аз, Он беспрерывен, Анафема – Спас Времяворот Ждёт всех нас у ворот. ------------------------------- “The day of the Lord is very close” – The holy lie age after age, But human souls’ still dermatosed, Spilling the tears in bedrid rage For their lives, Fearing the hell The idiocy At the churchbells Death? Death? There is no death! Everything is a timevortex! Death? Death? There is no death! Life is waiting at the gates! Change of eras and twirl of constellations Are forever one and the same Nauseous crying of people is antic, False prophets lie is shameless and lame, The otherworld’s fear stinks of the thralldom, It is unworthy of humankind, Shame running for the heavenly kingdom – Only abdominal rumbling of blind Eternal like the sun The vortex of time - It pours like a strand, The dust and the rime It is inevitable, Izhitsa – az, Uninterrupted, Saved – anathematized The timevortex is Waiting for all of us!
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Загремели громы на небе, Засверкали в смороках молнии, И явился на свет боголепен Сын Словена Муж Яросолнечный! Громовержец, хранитель и воиник – Защитит он Отчизну от нечисти, Знать и волхвы и чернь и колодников От стороньней пагубы у вечности Но обезлюдели Пашни и леса, Люд принудили Славить без лица Татей, бесов, нелюдей Без удов и сердец, Во князья из челяди Бездушный прёт мертвец Осмеяли, осквернили нас змееликие Не мечом, не огнём в полон, в цепи кинули, А посулами да ложью сладкою Обратили мысли наши в гнилость гадкую, Плеснью души наши, очи застили, Нет в нас больше гнева божьего, Ядивом да грошами заластили, Стали мы кадушками порожними А горит ли один-одинёшенек В уголке подсознания огнь, Сок течёт ли русских берёзонек, Земли-Мати слышен ли стон? Память древня о сечах терновныих За прегордую честь и любовь Всё горит в временах сих прискорбныих, Но не каждый услышит сей зов! И исполнится волей богов… Расплескаться в поле битвы Тучей грозной грозовой, К чёрту выкинув молитвы, Рваться за Отчизну в бой, И за ворогом ловитву Учинить рудой-рекой! Есть ли ещё На земле Святорусской Истый и грозный Муж – Бог Войны? ----------------- Thunder rumbled in the sky, Lightning flashed in gloomy clouds, Came into the world divine Sloven’s son, The Heaven-crowned! Thunderer, guardian, warrior – He’ll protect our land from the foes, Save the nobles, magi, mob and prisoners From the hostile's destruction, their maws But depopulated Our arable forests and lands, Someone forced people To glorify the men – The thieves and demons without faces, Without hearts and souls, And from the servants to the princes The soulless dead crawl They ridiculed, desecrated us, snakes, Without the swords they threw us in chains, With candy promises and sweety lies Turned our thoughts into disgusting blights, Mold our souls, veiled our eyes, No longer we have the wrath of our Gods, They poisoned us with golden shards And we became the empty tubs Does one fire burn alone In the corner of the subconscious? Does the sap flow of Russian birch trees, Is our Mother-Earth’s groaning heard? Ancient memory of bloody battles For proud lives and proud loves Burns and burns in these sad times, But not everyone hears this call And fulfills the will of the gods... To splash into the clash Like fire, thunderstorm, To throw the wilt to trash, To make the death of all! Is there any more On Holy Russian ground Formidable and pure The Man – the God of War?
4.
I gaze into the blackened sky Before my eyes wide open And I can feel it through the night The calling of the mist Burning shapes born in shadows My name they speak in tongues They bid me welcome to explore The frozen land of sin Visions form into the clouds Behold! The face of mine The truly me is no a quest Upon black winds I ride The hunger for my soul Raise into the sacred knife I hear the moans of death My life has to end With sacred gleaming steel I cut myself I drain from blood My sight gets dim Rejoicing while I bleed No longer feel the pain Eternal frost inside I end my life CHORUS: Life demise - Released from living Cleansed from the pain - Reborn in the arms of the dark divine Life demise - I fade into eternity Darkest angel, Lead me on! I gaze into the blackened sky Before my eyes wide open And I can feel it through the night The calling for my soul Visions form into the clouds Behold! The face of mine The truly me is no a quest Upon black wings I ride With sacred gleaming steel I cut myself I drain from blood My sight gets dim Rejoicing while I bleed No longer feel the pain Eternal frost inside I end my life -CHORUS-
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Tiden er kommet Som nornene forutså Intet varer evig Slaget på Vigrid skal stå Det finnes ingen brødre Det finnes ingen sterke band Det brundne raseri er løs Indre kulde er fri En elv av fråde Er tørket ut Ulvens kraft, det dunkle hat Ser ikke lenger en grense Ty din hånd for fred du gav Men de siste sår kan fred ei lindre Angrboda med rette Bar sitt navn Med Lauvøus sønn hun alvet frem Angst, hat og død Et varselskrik I mørket Bergets røtter, Bjørnesner Kvinneskjegg, kattetrinns lyd Pust fra fisken, fuglens spytt Temmede krefter fra svunnen tid Boldt Vår ulv lenket Mene I til evig tid Fenris er løs! Fenris er løs! Ty din hånd for fred du gav Men de siste sår kan fred ei lindre Fenris er løs! Fenris er løs! Nå er vår visdom Slukt av gammelt hat De ni skritt er fullendt En ny vei er lagt! En ny vei er lagt!! En ny vei er lagt!!! ---------------------------- The time has come As the norns predicted Nothing lasts forever The battle at Vigrid shall come There are no brothers There are no strong bounds The bound anger is loose Inner coldness is free A river of foam has dried up The power of the wolf, obscure hate No longer sees a limit Angrboda beared Her name justly With Lauveu son she breeded Dread, hate and death A cry of warning in the dark The mountains roofs, bear tendors Woman beard, the sound of catsteps Breath from the fish, spit from the bird Tamed forces from a forgotten time Has held our world in chains But not for ever! Fenris is loose! Now our wisdom Is swallowed by ancient hate The nine steps are fulfilled and A new road is lain!

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Today, on Serpent Day, when all the earthly reptiles wake up and crawl out to the surface of the earth, accept and taste the spiritual demand in the form of our new conceptual mini-work "High Tales", thus honoring Slavonic god Veles, the God of Wisdom and Knowledge.

Through reflections on the place of our people in the universe, our fate and role, skaldically-like we tell in new songs, linking them with a common meaning, a parable-warning about the impending end of the world, Ragnarok, the destruction of all life, while saying that this is the purpose of all our human race and irreversible inevitability.

Only we must fight and die proudly, with honor, like gods and warriors. Or maybe survive at the cost of a lot, in order to be cleansed of the dirt of the outgoing circle of time and become stronger, wiser and brighter.

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released April 8, 2023

Mix & master: Theodor Borovski (Alkonost, Dissector)
Cover artwork: Alexandr Tartsus (Deicide, Depravity, Sinister)
Recording label: Sleaszy Rider Records

Music: Veleyar
Lyrics: Demetr

Recording line-up:

Veleyar - guitar
Demetr - vocals
Vladimir Kalmazan - bass
Semen “Unholy Father” Luzin - drums

English tracklist of High Tales (EP):
01. Providence Of Russian Blood
02. Timevortex
03. God Of War
04. Life Demise (Unanimated cover)
05. Fenris (Enslaved cover)

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Black Metal from the Southern Urals, imbued with the endlessness of mountain forests, the coldness of lakes and the greatness of the human spirit.

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