1. |
Intro (In The Heart)
01:09
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2. |
Heavy Gale
05:19
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War, War is the scorched cities’ ruins, smoke,
The youth’s amusement, blood call lore.
So, I declare my love to War –
Thou art the ens’ sense!
Thou art the god, cult, cradle, grave -
Beloveth War, I am Thine slave!
Ares, Perun, Bellona, Thor –
Thou art my everything and whole!
The craft of wicked is opposed
By beauty of amazing roses.
How marvelous the sirens howl!
How sweet the fires’ crack!
So, into flames, damnation, rot –
Take me, absorb into the wreck!
Shine with Thine fire, War! Let hell come true!
I know, a dime a dozen is life’s price,
I’m glad to vanish there without rue!
With my desire burns my blood to take more souls with me!
Burn to the ground, the damned world!
Burn, all of ye!
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3. |
Mors Triumphalis
03:34
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Mors Triumphalis is the will’s triumph,
Impulse of heroes who disdained demise.
With clear mind, not in delirium’s dusk –
Towards their death, with wide-open eyes!
Breast ‘gainst spears, with rage of wolves,
Throwing yourself to a target – to kill,
Right up your last – beat, if even fall,
Rip, dig your teeth, cut throats, tear!
Wash echoes of doubts out in blood,
Being rigid as steel, turn out your fears!
Be true to yourself and the only goal –
Pure as rock crystal must be your ideas!
Death doesn’t frighten the obviously dead.
Wrath and resolve ‘re on his austere face,
Apotheosis of a warrior life is in death,
Fight ‘gainst futile dreams at the fireplace.
Owing to fight, fury in hot blood will seethe! -
Having entrusted your heart to the war god,
Without fear of defeat, fight till you breathe –
If your flesh wrecks, soul will be hurrahed!
Valor is like a core in northerners genes!
Spirit of born war-wolves is like a storm –
It’s kept neither in fetters, nor other means!
Carrion of foes is for pigs and for worms!
Scars of deep wrinkles will never cover
Faces of ageless sons of Motherland,
Glory will wash them with blood-red shower,
To fathers’ credit and mothers’ pangs.
Turning your eyes towards the foes,
Reap and attack! No one step back!
Neither divine joy, nor hellish woe!
Perish? In action! Nice life’s final track!
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4. |
Thunderstorm
03:55
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Fractures of blue beams
Tear impenetrable clouds.
Thunderous peals,
Levin light pierces smoke.
Downpour ice razors
‘ll pierce through the void...
Storm Goddess is angry –
Earth axis is annoyed.
The celestial ash arch
Hammers the peace,
Whirlpool of sparks
Makes spark flash twist.
The flame rages puffs.
Air burns a breath...
Blue glows of heaven...
‘re washed by rain far away.
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5. |
Howl As A Wolf
03:49
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Nine bullets –
Nine nights.
The High One’s rage
Is hangmen’s cry.
Self-sacrifice!
Flame will devour!
To the Idea’s tree
He is nailed evermore.
Memory and Thoughts –
The Path’s Ravens are.
The wisdom’s to find
By iron will, far.
Warrior. Father.
In the thickness of times.
Gaze of the One-eyed
Is turned inside.
Courageous, strong.
Daring Villain.
Spiritual strength –
God for the men.
To worthy masters –
The spear’s shaft.
Flame in our hands -
By the heat of forearm.
The world’s pangs of death
Is anger to sons.
It’s time to dare.
No time for words.
At your last gasp
Drain the blood bowl.
In a sheep flock
Howl as a wolf.
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6. |
Europe
04:36
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Thou art perfection itself, oh daughter of Gods,
The whole world is at Thine feet –
A scald doesn’t have enough gentle words
To make a laudatory ode!
White brilliance of Thine golden hair,
And beauty of Thine sky-blue orbs.
Empyrean shines brightly in them
As the dew drops heralding the dawn…
Thou art Genetrix! Lady, and child!
Thine image is our race’s face.
It’s our fortune – furiously fight
To protect Thee and Thine grace!
Amid the darkness sea Thou art the light.
Worshipfully we kneel...
Turn to the ash in a blaze of fight
Is an award of ours. For Thee.
Europe is free, Europe’s alive,
As out of dreams we can start!
While to foes’ dread we’re ready to strive,
Go to Infinity! For Thee! To the Gods!
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7. |
Above Death
03:25
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Raising sparks of water splashes,
Drakkar rushes to the shore.
‘bout risk and death – not care a straw!
Poltroonery is the worst heartsore.
The dragon on the lifted prow
Lurks in the sanguine veil...
The surf is painted blood-red:
In war-wolves’ ens the war prevails.
Jump from the board to the abyss of waves,
On the edges of swords.
Clang of the steel turned into groan,
And laughter of bearded men.
Blow! Stab! Bucklers crack
Under the charge’s hard pressure!
And the smoke of coal black
Hides the skyline as treasure...
Fearlessly rush in the thick of the fight
Having disdained any danger.
Valkyries’ shadows are on the ground.
On the way to Valhalla you’re rangers!
In a hot hand the sword is firmly gripped.
The very last breath leaves your body.
From your wounds the crimson streams drip,
And heartbeats calms down...
Having tried the gist of hard fight,
Above death, ascend to the skies!
For ever brave and full of might,
Depart to the Halls, rising high!
Disappear as a hero, once for all time,
Remaining in minds and people’s hearts.
As a spangle – with flame, ash and grime,
In the blue sky – in a funeral pyre.
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8. |
The North
05:57
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The Hiems’ aeon, the space without limits.
With glittering sparks of the stars.
Time wanes in our hands, as in its final minutes
A blazing fire tail disappears afar.
The contour which painted by these pine crowns
Is angular ‘gainst the heaven background...
It’s still, it breathes beastly with its deep sound,
The frozen wood is snow-covered around.
As arboreal walls the fibre mazes
Together grew under cloud of night.
And from above the vast heaven gazes,
Where the frolicsome light rays ‘re bright...
Space radiance is the ever-being power
It found a shelter to manifest –
So, infinity’s brilliance sparkles brightly
In the Gods’ sky-blue orbs as their bequest!
Here’s ice and hoarfrost. The realm of white colour,
Of cold and sublime reveries.
I breathe deeply in, so let Hiems show the power
And make me a dead part of its sceneries.
This bitter frost squeezes stronger and stronger
My heart in its ice-cold, harsh, hoarse spiny nips...
Mysterious North, Thou art my inspiration!
My world! In my life. And in my day dreams.
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9. |
Wake Up!
06:21
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A stench of defeat turned here to “fresh air”,
And blood saturated the ground…
Your nature is full with fear of despair!
Your neck is with a shameful rope round…
The heroes eyes’ dark blue colour died out,
You bend down under the lash…
Obedience of sheep makes you to bow.
Wake up and remember: you won’t be white trash!
In ashes of burnt fallen hometowns
The war flames are still alive…
The heroes and widows world, firmness’ ire
Are coal pieces under the ground.
Shine as a spangle, die in the last ditch,
Shooting the last bullet you’ve got.
At least if one holds his land’s every inch,
Hope is alive! The people aren’t struck!
In clouds of splinters – march without fear
‘gainst the foes’ bayonets – ahead!
Never surrender! Don’t be sheep-like and drear,
Otherwise it is better off dead!
The wrath clouds your eyes with the red haze –
Retribution is the Gods’ command.
The spirit is firmer than fetters and chains!
Let the storm in your heart greatly expand!
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10. |
Outro
03:05
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