All Sails To The Wind (2017)

by OPRICH

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Released by Casus Belli Musica on May 26, 2017. Cat. # CBM 032CD

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OPRICH: We decided to dedicate our third full-length album to a rarely mentioned phenomenon, although it is incredibly interesting and inspiring. Just imagine: not a single metal band of Scandinavia has created an album about Vikings yet. It is difficult to imagine, isn’t it? Meanwhile, in Russian history there was something similar to the Vikings, and the name for this phenomenon was the Ushkuiniks of Novgorod. At the same time, there are no albums about the Ushkuiniks in Russia, but just individual songs. The word sounds unfamiliar, unusual. Maybe even somehow simple or clumsy. However, a battle axe in the hands of a Northern Rusich became a symbolical weapon of the Ushkuiniks, “the carpenters”, as some people kept calling Novgorodians.

Who they were? Young people who had nothing to lose but their violent heads – the brave and daring members of gangs, the boyars of the untrodden spaces, believing that there, behind the turn of the river bed, the martial success awaits them. It was their detachments on the fast ushkuis (ships) that swept by the Volga and the Kama, and the wind filled out the sails of unquenchable thirst for glory. It was they who broke into the walls of Golden Horde cities, when Rus’ still tolerated this hateful yoke, namely they broke the merchant caravans, they robbed both their own and other people, it was their brave campaigns that led the daredevils to Scandinavia, then beyond the Urals, or to the hot steppes of the Lower Volga. And we are, OPRICH, the inhabitants of the Upper Volga, the residents of the places from which many of these campaigns began, and now we say our word in memory of those deeds, and this word is "Poveter" – “All Sails To The Wind!”

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Track Name: All Sails To The Wind
Tail-on wind!
Woven sails, woven with songs,
Tail-on wind!
Put with the spell!
Tail-on wind!
Eager ropes-strings, ring as a gong!
Tail-on wind!
For midstream we stand!
Tail-on wind!
Waves, run every which way, expand,
Tail-on wind!
From our pine boards!
Tail-on wind!
You fly, falcons-rowboats,
Tail-on wind!
From your native shore!

With our northern songs, raise your voice aloud –
Let it fly above the river on the way of waves!
Now, my brothers, destiny rallied us as one –
Let's unite in a red battle, being strong as bails!

Let's unite in a gory battle, in a deadly war!
Shield to shield, shoulder to shoulder – march, without fear!
Only this way we are fated to attain our shore,
Having wiped our blood-red sweat at the new frontier!
Track Name: Campaign
So, let’s campaign! Let’s scatter our long oars -
Into the boundless woods and to the floods!
Where the gales howl, and the old pines roar,
Where the war feast triumph is longed by our blood!

The free way down the Volkhov and the Volga,
The wind will fill our woven sails.
Go on downwind, the northern wolves -
Into the eyes of crazy Lady Luck let’s gaze!

The river knights, the boyars of the Volga vastness,
Whose fiefdoms‘re everywhere – as far as you can see…
Warm hearts under the steel glint full of grandness
Lead you to the Not-Experienced-Before Sea!

Hey, raiders, though your plan is dangerous,
Strong will of yours is eminently agile.
The veche summoned you as the most venturous
To try your Glory taste with blades and wile!

Suntan makes darker, river gales make colder
The free voivodes’ front cuts of the blades.
Let’s take your oars, braves, fight, gain the Honour!
So, let’s campaign! Campaign!
Track Name: An Axe And A Flail
Neither house, nor home – an axe and a flail!
I will never build at my toft with this axe,
And will never bundle together the logs,
Never stack the logs in “bowl”, or “tooth” manner,
And never hew the logs of the high gateposts.

Neither house, nor home – a flail and an axe!
I will never thresh any rye with this flail,
With a light heart never swish at a threshing-floor,
Never keep on tapping the golden sheaves
With my team-mates, with my threshing fellows.

Neither house, nor home – an axe and a flail!
It’s really nice and handily with this axe
Smash and open any secure gate-ways,
Drop in someone’s mansion occasionally,
Open someone’s wine vaults and chests eagerly.

Neither house, nor home – a flail and an axe!
I’ll be swishing light-heartedly with this flail,
Feasting the travellers with the ball-and-chain,
Lay to rest and “baptize” passers-by back-handedly
With my knights of the road, with my free team-mates!
Track Name: Winds' Heady Mead
Now I feel, Thee, Northern Wind,
Shalt brew heady mead for us –
Strong, boiling, heady mead!
Give us a trace of foam on the waves!

The ushkui-birds will spread wings of theirs,
And escape into the water expanse!
I hear eagle screams and wolfish howls
In the roaring of the predacious storm!
I hear eagle screams and wolfish howls
In the roaring of the predacious storm!

So, Thee, Father-Wind, don’t let me down! Don’t go!
Thou art cold and strong, saturated with strength!
Please, pour some might into our sails - overflow!
Power in sails – gulls in the air!

Light-filled maid, Dawn-At-First-Light,
Let Thy flame-coloured plaits down!
Let the flood will sparkle as gold,
Lavishly promising good luck on the road!

The chainless pack rushes in splashes –
With foam of chase at their fangs!
It’s my pleasure to see how the sun shines
On the chain armours and blades!
It’s my pleasure to see how the sun shines
On the chain armours and blades!

So, Thee, Father-Wind, don’t let me down! Don’t go!
Thou art cold and strong, saturated with strength!
Please, pour some might into our sails - overflow!
Windy bowl of wine – I may drink myself!

Wind, Thou art the Wind, the master of Elders,
Thy mead is heady – and it’s after our heart!
It’s brewed by the storm and bad weather,
Cheerful and violent – a match for Thy visitants!

It’ll be our feast in these open spaces,
Taking the Volga by storm of the will of free men!
Steel surface in our steady gazes
With dark blue colour for ever it will remain.
Steel surface in our steady gazes
With dark blue colour for ever it will remain!

So, Thee, Father-Wind, don’t let me down! Don’t go!
Thou art cold and strong, saturated with strength!
Please, pour some might into our sails - overflow!
Thy mead is sweet to me on the steep wave!
Track Name: In Oars' Splahes
My blood – the Volga’s wind, let’s tear sinews sails!
Foretell and give a restless fate!
By ushkui oars of brigand lot, and by battle-flails
Endow, set free – to right and left!

In oars’ splashes, in stretch glare, in pines’ roar in a storm,
In a violent spring’s high water – at the time of swans–
Pierce my soul and slash my heart with a glowing sword,
Volga-mother, freedom-Volga, Volga-heart of songs!

Thou art billows, Volga’s essence – beat with all Thy strength!
Crash the ice! Throw on the sides! Carry to sea waves!
Give free range to the fast boats of the daring men.
By Thine ardent pure billow sweep our souls again!

Give me wings above the abyss, I’ll rush to the cloud whirl –
As a falcon old true story, as a swish of solar swords!
As delight of Dazhdbog’s grandson standing on his soil!
As a swordsman with two sword blades, as a flashing storm!

So, let’s campaign! Let’s scatter our long oars!
Drum on the cloths of sails with all alarming winds!
We are to plow the virgin soil of vernal floods by boat bows!
So, let’s campaign!

In oars’ splashes, in stretch glare, in pines’ roar in a storm,
In a violent spring’s high water – at the time of swans–
Pierce my soul and slash my heart with a glowing sword,
Volga-mother, freedom-Volga, Volga-heart of songs!
Track Name: Bear Hug
Strength is rising all over my body…
Strength is rising all over my body…
Strength is rising all over my body…
Strength is rising all over my body!

Leading the way, I’m on the way,
As a beast, prowl in a fog of the wood,
Lead, I lead horses, I don’t go astray.
Seeking… I’ll find, for my axe, some food!

Wait till the time comes! Now play the war drums!

My axe is hard fisted and sharp –
I’ll set it free, let’s make things hum!
My axe is sharp and zeal’s to usurp!
Crush as the Volga waves! Folks, time’s come!

Come on! As one! Paint our blades red!

Strength is rising all over my body…
Strength is rising all over my body…
Strength is rising all over my body…
Strength is rising all over my body!

Let axes and swords cut and slash!
Decapitate! We need no thralls!
We need no thralls – it’s time to clash!
High time for axes and swords!

Let's start our fangs’ and pole-axes’ feast,
The feast of greedy claws and swords!
Eager to hamble, dilacerate as beasts
With bear hug, with brutal roar!

With bear hug and grasp!
With bear hug!
Track Name: The Ruthless Ones (Sword Of The Volga)
The black city is cut endlong.
Knife-pierced guts, unkind fate.
The black city, a torn collar,
Taken through gate holes by the throat!
This snake hole is stuffed with torture
Of the doomed and unavenged –
And right now in its fat belly
Boiling bloodbath’s in full spate!

The black blades of the Serpent are biting! They’re biting in the iron night clangs!
We’ve come to make drunk our swords for redemption and to draw the Snake’s fangs!

Darkness’s sparkling with damask slashing
In dirty holes of pitchy night streets!
Arrows sting with avengement,
Blades strike for having revenge!
Calloused hands took by the black throat,
Our palms became coarsened in this bloodbath,
We will hear in our waking hours
Your spinal bones’ crackle before you die!

Look at a whirl, it has turned to scarlet – the whirling chaos of enraged blades!
We came to warm up our merciless souls at foreign fire and flames!

The dance of crooked sabers is over,
They can’t overpower our swords.
Our swords’re sated with foe blood,
Drained the bitter blood cup to the dregs!
We appeared with storming rampage –
North the Warrior, North The ‘Venger!
We arrived for a red wergild
And, without measuring, took it in full!

Holes of black became empty – there are no more knots of black snakes.
They’ll be buried by ravenous creatures – with raven beaks and with wolfish fangs!
Track Name: A Barrow Over The River
By the river a mound, it is by the cold flow,
It stooped woefully its tired shoulders.
Who will share your ashen-clad rest, who will show
How to cure your grief strange to beholders?

Waves splash resoundingly ‘gainst the tarred boards,
And the ushkui-ships pass into the thick fog.
Where are you now, my true friends? By whose coasts
You will get such barrows as your epilogue?

A falcon in the wild there is no more,
There’s no ploughman outdoor,
And in a meadow there’s no mower,
There is no young man of valour…

Who did dwell in the earth-house under the soil
With his blood-stained battle axe at the bedside?
Never wept with bitter tears in worldly turmoil,
But avenged by the ebullient blood?

Who did fight his battle on this forest coast?
Who did find here his ultimate fortune?
And for whom the snowstorm cries as a ghost
With the widow-like grief, as under torture?

Waves splash resoundingly ‘gainst the tarred boards,
And the ushkui-ships pass into the thick fog.
Where are you now, my true friends? By whose coasts
You will get such barrows as your epilogue?

By the river a mound as a measure of grief –
It’s the grief dwelling in Russian souls.
It is like the river’s lot – without relief
Gaze into the mirror of skies with no paroles.

In empyrean spaces of gray-haired clouds,
Which turn bloody-crimson at even-fall,
Dying funeral pyres illume skyey shrouds
Raising the mounds in the heaven hall!

Waves splash resoundingly ‘gainst the tarred boards,
And the ushkui-ships pass into the thick fog.
Where are you now, my true friends? By whose coasts
You will get such barrows as your epilogue?
Track Name: Volga Lullaby (bonus song)
The Volga whispered to me evoking sweetest dreams,
With splashes archly played – at twilight latest gleam.
The calm reed-pipes with splashes played,
Like in a cradle I was waved.
And to the rowlocks’ scratch, as if I’m in the cradle,
Above the flood bends She lit up the stars like candles.
O’er the broad river course, above the bights’ flood,
You rose high as the New Moon, as story-telling bards.

New Moon, tell me some tales with old forgotten words,
The tales about how the waves are longed-for by oars.
The oars ask to let them loose and yearn to meet the waves,
Await the spring to meet the waves and their daring fates.
Their daring fates, their happiness and their overthrow,
And ride the Volga’s waves – the journey’s long way off.
The Volga whispered again "The journey is so long…",
Playing with splashes at twilight to her reed-pipe song.
Track Name: Danube Lullaby (bonus song)
Шаптао ми Дунав, санак доносио,
У смирају дана звонко жуборио.
Звонко жуборио, као фрула тихо,
Љуљајућ` на валу, к`о у колевци милој.
К`о у колевци милој, рашље шкрипе само
Палио је звезде над водом вијугавом.
Над водом вијугавом, над коритом моћним
Китио се Месецом – зналцем бајки ноћних.

Испричај-де, Месече, старим речима
Причу како весла траже сусрет с таласима.
Траже сусрет с таласима, хоће на слободу,
Чекају пролеће – то јуначко доба.
То јуначко доба, срећу, немир љути,
И да крену Дунавом на далеке путе.
„На далеке путе...“- шаптао је Дунав,
У смирају дана жуборећи звонко.