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.​.​.​Enthralled by a Pagan Storm

by Begrimmed

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Warghunt 04:23
"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
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
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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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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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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The only surviving Begrimmed recording. A rehearsal tape, spawned in the filth of the "Kuća Marijan" rehearsal house.

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released October 31, 1997

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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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