Kroda / Velimor
By A Hammer Of Spirit And Identity Of Blood
Kroda - The Arrow
"The Arrow" lyrics by famous Ukrainian poet Vasil Bobinsky. Translation by Waldemar and Eisenslav.
Throw on from tight and bended bow,
Arrows that are forget by Fiery Loki -
To the black gloom ringing they are soar,
Alarming the black night with a sonor.
Pale forehead is marked by thought of pride:
In infinity, the Fate is concealed somewhere!
Gleam of flames caressing mighty towers,
Gleam of flames upon the helmet vault.
Invincible sister of Valkyries!
Why this arrow led it's path astray,
Why it reached the distance where I dwell?
For I am a lonely minnesinger,
Not a hero, winner of the Lindwurm!
I am just a harp - but not a trumpet.
To where it hidden, priceless gift of thine -
Aureate sharp-edged winged arrival?
Vast is Midgard. Still to vandring skald
Is not licit to accept advices.
Alas, heim expanse! Cause thy temple is narrow
For brightly burning flames of gilded arrows!
Another firmament in my heart be created,
To guard the precious treasure be ordained.
And by marvelous pathways yet I wander,
To Midgard plains I go like I sail,
I bring the songs ornamented by tales,
My hands are full of neverending wonders.
And by marvelous pathways yet I wander,
To Midgard plains I go like I sail,
I touch the harpstrings with my skilled fingers -
And like a grins of bowstrings they are ringing.
Hey, I bring forth songs and fairytales,
Hey, I roam from one hut to another.
But my Kvasirblod enwinged words are dying
With a joyless passing of my days.
Somewhere on the bottom of grim cave
Kingly halls are, dragon-procreated.
And that cursed realm through many aeons
Enstrangling the tales and songs of man.
Time shalt come. Harp be restrained to bow,
And the arrow from my heart be torn out,
Golden tune of arrowflight shalt hover!
With a rumble and agony wild roar,
Onto cliff that is covered with bones,
Dead defeated serpent shalt fall down!
Kroda - By A Hammer Of Spirit And Identity Of Blood
What is not like in Ancient times now -
Why all is sorrowful and begrimed?...
Why the Ancestral Wisdom lost;
Why the Blood Brotherhood forgotten is?...
Alas, all the Truth was gone,
Truth was gone and the false arose!...
Clouds are gathered, covered the Sky,
Ghastly impending over woods and fields...
With the stellar eyes, from the Firmament
Forefathers still gaze and wondering:
Folk of Rus' is in deathlike slumber,
Sleeping they don't see the cruel grief!
Mounds and Cromlechs - devastate are;
Cut down are Our Sacred Groves;
Tales forgotten are, and the Runes are lost;
Forbidden are Swords and Solar Signs...
Dead Rivers are flowing like a tears
And the Land is desolate like a scorched ground;
All doors and windows in huts closed are -
All the bolts and bars are locked up...
Only in the Forge someone still hammering,
Of the Blood Identity forging the Spiritsteel...
Dawn is coming forth - Rus' reawakes!
Hammer of Spirit beating incessant...
Identity of Blood shalt unite again
Our Warriors with a Bonds of Oath;
That's why Forger didn't sleep in evil night -
With Thunders He sworn than Folk shalt arise!!!
Velimor - To Die for to Survive
Thermonuclear blast rip the stillness of calm
To sweep away with hurricane of flame
All the rotten meanness that sold the Pride
All the false "truth" of despised ones
Wrath is cast down onto the world
Land breathing with blaze of fire
Storm magnifying it's strenght
Worthless worms flesh seeking salvation
Rise, the wall of steel ranks
Proudly grip in hand the Standart flagstaff
Fiercely rush into Battle
Smiling while look in face of Death
To burn all the bridges that left behind
To pass the Pathway with no false doubts
Wrath of the Warspirit
Leads to the Glory of Svarog Heirs
Life - is it MIDDEL or BLINK?
Weak is the slave of fate
Eternal Heroes Valhalla Feast
Is where the verge of all possible KRAFT
...To die for to survive!...
"By Our Blood and Will"
Hand shalt grasp the sword,
For it's time has come
Steel of veins and firmness of fist
And the clashing of metal is heard all around
The one who was nothing is tremble here,
The one who was just a feeble slave of flesh
Cold sight, grin of wrath
Ancient gaze onto world from the Height
Blood - is a river of Aeons
Torrent of Glory and Strenght
Insane visage, cries for mercy
Are dissolve in the battle-hum
From the Darkness and Chaos of War
Ray of the Sun, tearing the veil
Of bloodred shroud,
Taking away the fallen warriors
Straight to the Gods ...
Velimor - Fog
Yet, from the old black wood,
Hey, above the crystal river
The fog of Unknown is creeping forth
Led by the sorrowful song
And that fog is all our Ancestors souls
That returned again to affair of War
For they couldn't observe indifferently
The burden of crucified corpse
Yet, the Rus' is attacked
By enemies hordes from all sides
And the Land that gave life to us all
Is groan of suffering now
From grimness of the old woods
Warfires of Slavonic Army
Shalt burn hundreds churchbarns
Shalt burn christian effigies planks
Fuckin' christian shitbook - in flames
Even more it's in veins of gore
The dog has shut up on the cross
Crucified in sweet masochist torment
Military armour shall not betray,
Shall defend the Slavonic Brothers of War
The blood of damned mischievous bastards
Shall flow down by this armour steel
And all that was against Our Might -
All disappeared in the archaic mist
Slavonic Rus' has arise
And Sun shineth It's Glory
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