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Warghunt
04:23
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"Wolves of enormous size and with sharpened
teeth and fangs, gathering downwards from the
slopes of the majestic gray mountains beyond the fair
city of Rivendell...hundreds of yellow eyes gleaming
In the moonlight..."
Stare upon the living breeze, through sunsets
and the winds that freeze
The pack is out again to hunt their weak and
tender prey
I met them in infinity, they granted me divinity
Transcending through a portal of a wolf’s black
desire
The hairs on their backs are risen
They bark, they howl, they run
Their howling, so cruel and cold
Forever speaks of death and blood
Warghunt!!!
Evil wolves of Rhovanion
Gathered to slay...warghunt...
"And terror awoke deep in the hearts and lungs
of their prey...for in the wolves’ minds were
pure anger, hunger and infamy..."
Their putrid souls are immortal in their world
They sing darkest hymns to the freezing
wintermoon
Frozen by the winds of death they stay so
darkened to the last
Bred from the blood of Draugluin...
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Perun
03:15
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Appearance of an old man
With a long golden beard
And an aureole of fire
Dressed in an armour divine
He’s a god so wise and strong
A god of thunder and war
In his left hand there’s a hammer
The hammer calls the storms
In his right hand there’s a great and mighty axe
From which the thunders roll...
"The divinity of storms, war and thunder
The principle of all that is strong and valiant
This valour reveals when stormclouds crack..."
The god of victory, to him all oaths are sworn
The strongest son of Svarog goes by the name
of Perun...
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Svantevid
04:21
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Svantevid - youngest one of Svarog’s kin
Sunlight Lord - Keeper of the Morning Gate
Granted sacred presents from his mighty father
Hero of the lands of Nav, black three-headed
serpent’s bane...
"And it has been written upon the forsaken
obelisks of stone, that the last born of divine blood
shall seek death in the underhalls of Temnava -
and spit in that face..."
From his belt hangs a silver horn
Summoner of a white-winged horse
In his hands is the Fire-Sword of Light
And a Scepter-Spear, a sign of royal might
Onward! To slay the vicious fiend!
Onward! To save his beloved Zora...
Onward! To slay the vicious fiend!
Onward! Into the stormy night, he rides...
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On the highest top of the Tree of Life
Lies Nav, the Realm of the Gods
Who gather, feast and dwell
In castles, above the sky...
In Nav lies an enormous mountain
Once a corpse of the giant Svitogor
On the highest top of this mountain
Lies Svarog’s home, castle of white stone
Under the roots of the Tree of Life
lies the kingdom of Crnobog
Who rules in a black castle of steel
On the island of Temnava
In a realm so dark and cold...
Many a mortal soul had found it’s doom there, for
No rest had been found in the peace of trees
Instead, these souls carried infamous deeds of crime and treason
And that burden blocked the way to the Heroes’ Hall.
Above the sky...
Heavens of Svarog
Open forth to bring the day
Heavens above
Hail them, warriors, the gods of Nav...
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5. |
...In Lost Times
02:18
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It was in days of glory, in the Slavic lands
A time when our lands prospered beyond Beskidians
Then the wretched clouds came as a plague from the south
All the valour withered as a flower in winter
Our spears were sharp as claws of cats
Desiring blood and smell of death
Our shields were crushed, our idols burnt.
All’s forgotten now...
Strengthened by the battlecry
Hearts are pierced, enemies die
Those were the times of pride and might
All’s forgotten, all is lost
Weapons raised in Perun’s name
Battles, smell of blood and fame
Victories achieved through pain
All’s forgotten now...
Time of endless wars
Fire, steel and blood
And now, all is lost
For the white plague had poisoned my folk...
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She has risen from the empire everdark
In shape of a sad pale ghost
Coldness gripped the land, death conquered
And rivers turned to frost...
Every living being, sentient,
Feels Morana’s winter, so cold, so real...
For her powers, darkened, ancient
Set their frost-embrace on life, to kill...
Oh, dark is her clasp of snow and ice and frost
Yet even darker is her icy grasp
Through Nav she wanders, lost...
Seducer of mortal men
Ominous assassin of their sanity
Embodiment of malice, envy,
Arrogance and vanity...
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Gales of Essence
05:30
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Charge...Ensorcelled maelstrom blades whirling,
Conjuring dragonstorms...
New winter risen, fed to the Daemon - Wyrms...
Elder heathen ritual, invocation of the Gods
Our swords are held up, ablaze in the sky
As mighty Stribog’s gales of essence
Strike again, charge again...
In preparation of war, sharpened is my sword
For I’ll fight with the winds
And the storms on my side
With my spear in my hand and my sword
I’ll fight with the winds
And the storms on my side...
Elder storms of fire, dreamscapes open
Before us, new lands...
It is time to conquer, to win
"When my dying hour has come, I will feast
among the Gods for I fought with the gales of
essence on my side...On the top of Svitogor
(sitting in the Heroes’ Hall...), I will raise my
drinking-horn to all those who fell and bled in
the name of our Gods..."
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8. |
Begrimmed Zagreb, Croatia
Begrimmed was a pagan black metal band from Zagreb, Croatia, active from 1996 to 2000.
They have never
released any official recordings.
They were the first Croatian BM band to use pagan themes in their lyrics.
Some other interesting factoids are that their drummer, Gajo, used a single bass pedal and that their gig with Hellscream (April 11th, 1998) was the first black metal gig in Zagreb.
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