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Tvangeste
Members | |
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Current | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations (1996-2005, 2011-2014, 2018-present) |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations (2001-2005, 2011-2014, 2018-present) |
Jørn Øyhus | Drums (2014, 2018-present) |
Member(bands): Fatal Impact, Varde, Nordein, Nordjevel, Echoes of Sanity | |
Past | |
Edgar Pavelcikas | Bass (1996-1998) |
Member(bands): Candle in the Dark | |
Nikolay "Kok" Kazmin | Guitars (1996-2005) |
Member(bands): Candle in the Dark, Снова Мёртв | |
Klaus (R.I.P. 2009) | Guitars (1996-1997) |
Asmodeus | Drums (1997-1998) |
Julia Emelianova | Keyboards (1997-1998) |
Member(bands): Candle in the Dark | |
Vano Maioroff | Guitars, Bass (1998-2005) |
(R.I.P. 2016) Member(bands): Dis Pater, Candle in the Dark, ZeitGeist RV, Холодное Leto | |
Viktoria Kulbachnaya | Keyboards (1998-2005) |
Member(bands): Dis Pater, Bleeding Sky, Izida, Kratong, Romowe Rikoito | |
Max Naumoff | Bass (2003-2005) |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Blood Dreams | Single | 1998 | Show album |
2 | Thinking... | Demo | 1998 | Show album |
3 | Damnation of Regiomontum | Full-length | 2001 | Show album |
4 | Firestorm | Full-length | 2003 | Show album |
Blood Dreams
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Nicholas | Guitars |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Edgar Pavelcikas | Bass, Vocals |
Asmodeus | Drums |
Julia Emelianova | Keyboards |
Viktoria Kulbachnaya | Keyboards |
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1. | Blood Dreams | 08:58 | |
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08:58 |
Thinking...
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Nikolay "Kok" Kazmin | Guitars |
Asmodeus | Drums |
Julia Emelianova | Keyboards |
Viktoria Kulbachnaya | Keyboards |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Thinking... | 08:53 | Show lyrics |
I heard a leaves whisper In the cold autumn fores When we were standing near The bonfire and we were Crossing our swords Over its flame I heard a peals of thunder In the evening twilights I saw a dying sun Changing by Silver moonlight... (repeat) For Dying! For Crying! For Native Land! For Profaned Fate! Damned cross like a black shadow Has came to my Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die... But better die standing with proudly holding up head Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy... I heard peals of thunder In the evening twilightsZ I saw a dying sun Changing by the silver moonlight Wind brought to my earing Wolf’s wailing, lone and yearning It was early in the morning When I was sitting by the purling stream And I was thinking...of my nation Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It’s our time!" We were straddling our horses And we were to take Our swears into Reality.... |
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Side B | |||
2. | Blood dreams | 09:00 | |
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17:53 |
Damnation of Regiomontum
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 5th, 2001 | Valgalder Records | VGR 003 | CD | |
April 5th, 2001 | Valgalder Records | VGR 003 | Cassette | |
November 21st, 2012 | Independent | Digital |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaia | Keyboards, Piano |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Anna | Cello, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alex A. | Mastering, Mixing, Recording |
Michael Chirva | Executive producer |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Executive producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From Nameless Oracle | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At the final glorious battle Sons of human they will know What’s the point of being human Through the fight with sons of mind Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos Have no fade to get some power In the days of fight to death Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie And when the half of everything came, When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence Seven Atl’aman came from the dark valley of Earth And the chaos hadn’t power to sign’em There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their hearts These are by the command of Atl Standing up at the head of the army These are by the command of gods Will invite everyone Seven as one they will take Old the sons of humanity To the Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind Shall we do know what’s the point of holy visions? Want to try? Are you ready for blind? Shall we do know what’s the point of crying and tears? Want to see are you ready to fill? Shall we do know What’s the point of freedom and power? Want to see? Are you ready to lose? Shall we do know What’s the points of honour and bravery? Want to try, are you ready to die? No....................... One! Will be down! Will lost! The everything! Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again! Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them! Hold! By power of the wheel! At the hopeless deadly lines! You’re as the stars now, Of ineffable creation. Fell down, to wail yourself Roaming though the dusk dimensions. Here, in the highlands, Battle will complete at last. Visionary dream, Become a horror weapon Here, at crossing sides Two forces tell the truth Of the innocent meaning of lies. Come here, sit here Return your will Things are blink now, visions make you to heal Sleep now, rest now, You’re lost your wings Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means (Vanoe’s monolog) In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches They great power, timely slides over it And didn’t know what was that visionary meetings Blazing in the sacred spirit. Losing memories of the being, they had To woke the ability of magic nature... Because times by times the heaven over the mankind Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream. Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere. It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream. Blazing...small fire begins to grow up... Yes, too small but it’s real fire A little hope that dreaming wouldn’t go any longer. Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fire Get the mists of Dragon Lore ...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers Begin to dreamed worry Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie |
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2. | Angel’s Retreat | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
During lost times I’ve been Reject myself. During lost times the slimly holders Suck me. I’ve been looking for the mysteries Hiding here, Searching for the source of ancient lies. There were dreams beyond reality, Take to the mists of beaming skies, There where evanescent means eternity, You will be at loss before your fight. You’re should be dawn... Weak, in fear, you think you are the lord? Breathless, in sacrilegious as rat You had to grope. Shy, in tears, you’re going to the trap, Giving by your faithless. ’n’ now you’re retreat. Come, down here, What are my mistakes, Angel? Mind is blind, What is the price for truth, Angel? Why must you listen the blames Against the sacred Nature? Why must you believe in the lie That makes you to scare to... |
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3. | Damnation of Regiomontum | 10:57 | Show lyrics |
Clouds hide the sun Fire blinds my eyes Smell of death around of me Like a shadow... Only sword in arm Sorrow in my heart Only hatred in my mind..... GROUND of my land have now became red It can’t take the blood anymore Shouts of dying like an echo of the greatest tragedy come to my land With the servants of alien god... Regiomontum a garden on ashes I roam in your infernal shadows And only moonlight shines my mournful way Regiomontum new life on the site of fire Town the phantom in a fog of centuries As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war... For the name of goodness and love Drowning in blood of the innocent people For the name of goodness and love Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes When you’ll lay down in a bed of Death Ridden by fear of Uncertainty Think of your life before you’ll draw your last breath Think of your sins in reality... Christian Christian It’s not rain that has spilled from the sky It is tears of my people It is not the rivers with pure water It is the rivers of blood of my people Now all of us are dead There is nobody to raise children There is nobody to harvest Sacred fire has gone Vaidelot’s Sacred fire The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war The air is filled by bitterness There is no the taste of freedom here anymore Only grief about native ground Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love |
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4. | Thinking... | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
I heard a leaves whisper In the cold autumn fores When we were standing near The bonfire and we were Crossing our swords Over its flame I heard a peals of thunder In the evening twilights I saw a dying sun Changing by Silver moonlight... (repeat) For Dying! For Crying! For Native Land! For Profaned Fate! Damned cross like a black shadow Has came to my Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die... But better die standing with proudly holding up head Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy... I heard peals of thunder In the evening twilightsZ I saw a dying sun Changing by the silver moonlight Wind brought to my earing Wolf’s wailing, lone and yearning It was early in the morning When I was sitting by the purling stream And I was thinking...of my nation Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It’s our time!" We were straddling our horses And we were to take Our swears into Reality.... |
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5. | Born to Be King of Innerself | 08:47 | Show lyrics |
Born to be Kings of Innerself Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron Millions of people from all over the world worship for different gods But What is the God? What holy fathers teach them? They teach to be resigned to fate...But What is Fate? They teach to be humble, submissive... They grow the weak willed herd of sheep... Hey! Proud nation! Think what happens with your mind! Who controls your own souls? What operates your lives? Hey! Proud people! Where’s your lost freedom? Your thoughts and your words don’t belong to you any more... Born to be Free... Like wind in the skies... Born to be Strong... Now close Your eyes... Proud name ’The Man’ Should not be lost Remember... Hold it in the memory of your hearts Thousands years they inspired you the fear of God’s punishment Rebels were burned in the fires Thousand years they killed in you the sprouts of wisdom No more! Brothers! Now is your time to rise! Your God in Your Mind You’re owner of your soul, the master of heart filled by freedom. Stop the Madness of lie, and use your best right To use your best right To be yourself!!!! |
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6. | (Outro) | 01:27 | instrumental |
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51:42 |
Firestorm
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 1st, 2003 | Worldchaos Production | KDM-012 | CD | |
2003 | CD-Maximum | CDM 0903-1497 | CD | Enhanced |
2003 | CD-Maximum | CDM 0903-1497 | CD | Digipak, Enhanced |
2003 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS CD 0934 | CD | |
2003 | Worldchaos Production | KDM-012DP | CD | Digipak |
2004 | Neoblast | NBR0016 | CD | Reissue, Enhanced |
November 21st, 2012 | Independent | Digital |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaya | Keyboards, Flute |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Ekaterina Sopogova | Violin |
Cezary Mielko | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vladimir Kamenchuk | Photography |
Szymon Czech (R.I.P. 2012) | Producer |
Naturelle Chirva | Producer |
Michael Chirva | Producer |
Alexey Artichevski | Producer |
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1. | Introduction | 00:42 | instrumental |
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2. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Raven (Under the Raven’s Black Wings) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings The heated battle rages on mercilessly Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky Breaking spears on the steel armor Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. The swords shatter human lives, The steel was shining and the air was getting hot From the menacing breath of people’s wrath. And through the countless hordes of enemies Dripping drops of life on the way Through the dirt of Christ servants’ rows Leaving the funeral fires behind Moving apart those who came to give death The warriors of free nation are stepping firm On the native land, pushing away the unwanted Paving the way to the victory with blood. My life is flowing through the veins of trees My love blossoms in the field My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees (repeat) Two powerful armies were getting closer And gnawed deep wounds in each other. On this crowd of mixed lives Sinking in rage and other people’s blood The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war But Prussian sword is a true reward For those who came to strangle freedom For those who brought suffering to our land For those who wanted to entangle with lies And wrath held a sword And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly For troubling gods For that the brothers will not see another dawn Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings |
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3. | Birth of the Hero | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Birth of the Hero Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning In the heart of sacred woods Invisible for eyes of simple mortals The thunder announces the birth of the hero In nightly silence of the sleeping earth And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face And his first cry that breaks the darkness. And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry And thrills the sky, anticipating the events Tears off the leaves from ancient trees, Rejoices the great omen. The new-born mind as blank paper, Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water, As the grown sprout tears the air apart, Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves. And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten near The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to, But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave. Born to be Defender of Native Land Born to be rain, giving life Born to be free as a proud bird Flying in the sky Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm Born to be the river’s flow Born to be boiling wolf’s blood to be Flame of Hope Born to be himself amongst the lost souls The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear. Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death. The warrior will fight for his people, For the rivers and forests of grey gods, For the holy flame of Perkuno The sunlight is fading... The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays The last quiet day before the war The last calm before the storm The ground is trembling already And Prussia stands still awaiting |
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4. | Fire in Our Hearts | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Fire in our Hearts Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation. The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child’s tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way. Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel. |
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5. | Perkuno’s Flame | 06:42 | Show lyrics |
Perkuno’s Flame Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs’ howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning |
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6. | Godless Freedom | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Godless Freedom Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders’ land Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land! Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don’t see) Suffering and pain set in on our land! We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope... Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS! The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it... |
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7. | Storm | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Storm Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways! Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules... like sheeps in a herd) (r e p e a t) In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man! To be or not to be - There’s no such question! To be! But to be what? A weak-willed sheep that’s taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom? What’s in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance? Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die! Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading – It’s heading to the precipices There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn’t it a black stain on you? |
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8. | Tears Will Wash Off the Blood from My Sword | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory |
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44:32 |
Damnation of Regiomontum
Members | |
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Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaia | Keyboards, Piano |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Anna | Cello, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alex A. | Mastering, Mixing, Recording |
Michael Chirva | Executive producer |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Executive producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From Nameless Oracle | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At the final glorious battle Sons of human they will know What’s the point of being human Through the fight with sons of mind Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos Have no fade to get some power In the days of fight to death Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie And when the half of everything came, When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence Seven Atl’aman came from the dark valley of Earth And the chaos hadn’t power to sign’em There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their hearts These are by the command of Atl Standing up at the head of the army These are by the command of gods Will invite everyone Seven as one they will take Old the sons of humanity To the Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind Shall we do know what’s the point of holy visions? Want to try? Are you ready for blind? Shall we do know what’s the point of crying and tears? Want to see are you ready to fill? Shall we do know What’s the point of freedom and power? Want to see? Are you ready to lose? Shall we do know What’s the points of honour and bravery? Want to try, are you ready to die? No....................... One! Will be down! Will lost! The everything! Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again! Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them! Hold! By power of the wheel! At the hopeless deadly lines! You’re as the stars now, Of ineffable creation. Fell down, to wail yourself Roaming though the dusk dimensions. Here, in the highlands, Battle will complete at last. Visionary dream, Become a horror weapon Here, at crossing sides Two forces tell the truth Of the innocent meaning of lies. Come here, sit here Return your will Things are blink now, visions make you to heal Sleep now, rest now, You’re lost your wings Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means (Vanoe’s monolog) In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches They great power, timely slides over it And didn’t know what was that visionary meetings Blazing in the sacred spirit. Losing memories of the being, they had To woke the ability of magic nature... Because times by times the heaven over the mankind Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream. Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere. It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream. Blazing...small fire begins to grow up... Yes, too small but it’s real fire A little hope that dreaming wouldn’t go any longer. Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fire Get the mists of Dragon Lore ...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers Begin to dreamed worry Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie |
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2. | Angel’s Retreat | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
During lost times I’ve been Reject myself. During lost times the slimly holders Suck me. I’ve been looking for the mysteries Hiding here, Searching for the source of ancient lies. There were dreams beyond reality, Take to the mists of beaming skies, There where evanescent means eternity, You will be at loss before your fight. You’re should be dawn... Weak, in fear, you think you are the lord? Breathless, in sacrilegious as rat You had to grope. Shy, in tears, you’re going to the trap, Giving by your faithless. ’n’ now you’re retreat. Come, down here, What are my mistakes, Angel? Mind is blind, What is the price for truth, Angel? Why must you listen the blames Against the sacred Nature? Why must you believe in the lie That makes you to scare to... |
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3. | Damnation of Regiomontum | 10:57 | Show lyrics |
Clouds hide the sun Fire blinds my eyes Smell of death around of me Like a shadow... Only sword in arm Sorrow in my heart Only hatred in my mind..... GROUND of my land have now became red It can’t take the blood anymore Shouts of dying like an echo of the greatest tragedy come to my land With the servants of alien god... Regiomontum a garden on ashes I roam in your infernal shadows And only moonlight shines my mournful way Regiomontum new life on the site of fire Town the phantom in a fog of centuries As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war... For the name of goodness and love Drowning in blood of the innocent people For the name of goodness and love Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes When you’ll lay down in a bed of Death Ridden by fear of Uncertainty Think of your life before you’ll draw your last breath Think of your sins in reality... Christian Christian It’s not rain that has spilled from the sky It is tears of my people It is not the rivers with pure water It is the rivers of blood of my people Now all of us are dead There is nobody to raise children There is nobody to harvest Sacred fire has gone Vaidelot’s Sacred fire The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war The air is filled by bitterness There is no the taste of freedom here anymore Only grief about native ground Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love |
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4. | Thinking... | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
I heard a leaves whisper In the cold autumn fores When we were standing near The bonfire and we were Crossing our swords Over its flame I heard a peals of thunder In the evening twilights I saw a dying sun Changing by Silver moonlight... (repeat) For Dying! For Crying! For Native Land! For Profaned Fate! Damned cross like a black shadow Has came to my Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die... But better die standing with proudly holding up head Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy... I heard peals of thunder In the evening twilightsZ I saw a dying sun Changing by the silver moonlight Wind brought to my earing Wolf’s wailing, lone and yearning It was early in the morning When I was sitting by the purling stream And I was thinking...of my nation Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It’s our time!" We were straddling our horses And we were to take Our swears into Reality.... |
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5. | Born to Be King of Innerself | 08:47 | Show lyrics |
Born to be Kings of Innerself Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron Millions of people from all over the world worship for different gods But What is the God? What holy fathers teach them? They teach to be resigned to fate...But What is Fate? They teach to be humble, submissive... They grow the weak willed herd of sheep... Hey! Proud nation! Think what happens with your mind! Who controls your own souls? What operates your lives? Hey! Proud people! Where’s your lost freedom? Your thoughts and your words don’t belong to you any more... Born to be Free... Like wind in the skies... Born to be Strong... Now close Your eyes... Proud name ’The Man’ Should not be lost Remember... Hold it in the memory of your hearts Thousands years they inspired you the fear of God’s punishment Rebels were burned in the fires Thousand years they killed in you the sprouts of wisdom No more! Brothers! Now is your time to rise! Your God in Your Mind You’re owner of your soul, the master of heart filled by freedom. Stop the Madness of lie, and use your best right To use your best right To be yourself!!!! |
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6. | (Outro) | 01:27 | instrumental |
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51:42 |
Damnation of Regiomontum
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaia | Keyboards, Piano |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Anna | Cello, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alex A. | Mastering, Mixing, Recording |
Michael Chirva | Executive producer |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Executive producer |
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1. | From Nameless Oracle | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At the final glorious battle Sons of human they will know What’s the point of being human Through the fight with sons of mind Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos Have no fade to get some power In the days of fight to death Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie And when the half of everything came, When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence Seven Atl’aman came from the dark valley of Earth And the chaos hadn’t power to sign’em There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their hearts These are by the command of Atl Standing up at the head of the army These are by the command of gods Will invite everyone Seven as one they will take Old the sons of humanity To the Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind Shall we do know what’s the point of holy visions? Want to try? Are you ready for blind? Shall we do know what’s the point of crying and tears? Want to see are you ready to fill? Shall we do know What’s the point of freedom and power? Want to see? Are you ready to lose? Shall we do know What’s the points of honour and bravery? Want to try, are you ready to die? No....................... One! Will be down! Will lost! The everything! Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again! Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them! Hold! By power of the wheel! At the hopeless deadly lines! You’re as the stars now, Of ineffable creation. Fell down, to wail yourself Roaming though the dusk dimensions. Here, in the highlands, Battle will complete at last. Visionary dream, Become a horror weapon Here, at crossing sides Two forces tell the truth Of the innocent meaning of lies. Come here, sit here Return your will Things are blink now, visions make you to heal Sleep now, rest now, You’re lost your wings Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means (Vanoe’s monolog) In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches They great power, timely slides over it And didn’t know what was that visionary meetings Blazing in the sacred spirit. Losing memories of the being, they had To woke the ability of magic nature... Because times by times the heaven over the mankind Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream. Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere. It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream. Blazing...small fire begins to grow up... Yes, too small but it’s real fire A little hope that dreaming wouldn’t go any longer. Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fire Get the mists of Dragon Lore ...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers Begin to dreamed worry Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie |
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2. | Angel’s Retreat | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
During lost times I’ve been Reject myself. During lost times the slimly holders Suck me. I’ve been looking for the mysteries Hiding here, Searching for the source of ancient lies. There were dreams beyond reality, Take to the mists of beaming skies, There where evanescent means eternity, You will be at loss before your fight. You’re should be dawn... Weak, in fear, you think you are the lord? Breathless, in sacrilegious as rat You had to grope. Shy, in tears, you’re going to the trap, Giving by your faithless. ’n’ now you’re retreat. Come, down here, What are my mistakes, Angel? Mind is blind, What is the price for truth, Angel? Why must you listen the blames Against the sacred Nature? Why must you believe in the lie That makes you to scare to... |
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3. | Damnation of Regiomontum | 10:57 | Show lyrics |
Clouds hide the sun Fire blinds my eyes Smell of death around of me Like a shadow... Only sword in arm Sorrow in my heart Only hatred in my mind..... GROUND of my land have now became red It can’t take the blood anymore Shouts of dying like an echo of the greatest tragedy come to my land With the servants of alien god... Regiomontum a garden on ashes I roam in your infernal shadows And only moonlight shines my mournful way Regiomontum new life on the site of fire Town the phantom in a fog of centuries As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war... For the name of goodness and love Drowning in blood of the innocent people For the name of goodness and love Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes When you’ll lay down in a bed of Death Ridden by fear of Uncertainty Think of your life before you’ll draw your last breath Think of your sins in reality... Christian Christian It’s not rain that has spilled from the sky It is tears of my people It is not the rivers with pure water It is the rivers of blood of my people Now all of us are dead There is nobody to raise children There is nobody to harvest Sacred fire has gone Vaidelot’s Sacred fire The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war The air is filled by bitterness There is no the taste of freedom here anymore Only grief about native ground Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love |
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4. | Thinking... | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
I heard a leaves whisper In the cold autumn fores When we were standing near The bonfire and we were Crossing our swords Over its flame I heard a peals of thunder In the evening twilights I saw a dying sun Changing by Silver moonlight... (repeat) For Dying! For Crying! For Native Land! For Profaned Fate! Damned cross like a black shadow Has came to my Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die... But better die standing with proudly holding up head Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy... I heard peals of thunder In the evening twilightsZ I saw a dying sun Changing by the silver moonlight Wind brought to my earing Wolf’s wailing, lone and yearning It was early in the morning When I was sitting by the purling stream And I was thinking...of my nation Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It’s our time!" We were straddling our horses And we were to take Our swears into Reality.... |
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5. | Born to Be King of Innerself | 08:47 | Show lyrics |
Born to be Kings of Innerself Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron Millions of people from all over the world worship for different gods But What is the God? What holy fathers teach them? They teach to be resigned to fate...But What is Fate? They teach to be humble, submissive... They grow the weak willed herd of sheep... Hey! Proud nation! Think what happens with your mind! Who controls your own souls? What operates your lives? Hey! Proud people! Where’s your lost freedom? Your thoughts and your words don’t belong to you any more... Born to be Free... Like wind in the skies... Born to be Strong... Now close Your eyes... Proud name ’The Man’ Should not be lost Remember... Hold it in the memory of your hearts Thousands years they inspired you the fear of God’s punishment Rebels were burned in the fires Thousand years they killed in you the sprouts of wisdom No more! Brothers! Now is your time to rise! Your God in Your Mind You’re owner of your soul, the master of heart filled by freedom. Stop the Madness of lie, and use your best right To use your best right To be yourself!!!! |
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50:15 |
Damnation of Regiomontum
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaia | Keyboards, Piano |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Anna | Cello, Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alex A. | Mastering, Mixing, Recording |
Michael Chirva | Executive producer |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Executive producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From Nameless Oracle | 13:01 | Show lyrics |
At the final glorious battle Sons of human they will know What’s the point of being human Through the fight with sons of mind Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos Have no fade to get some power In the days of fight to death Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie And when the half of everything came, When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence Seven Atl’aman came from the dark valley of Earth And the chaos hadn’t power to sign’em There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their hearts These are by the command of Atl Standing up at the head of the army These are by the command of gods Will invite everyone Seven as one they will take Old the sons of humanity To the Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind Shall we do know what’s the point of holy visions? Want to try? Are you ready for blind? Shall we do know what’s the point of crying and tears? Want to see are you ready to fill? Shall we do know What’s the point of freedom and power? Want to see? Are you ready to lose? Shall we do know What’s the points of honour and bravery? Want to try, are you ready to die? No....................... One! Will be down! Will lost! The everything! Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again! Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them! Hold! By power of the wheel! At the hopeless deadly lines! You’re as the stars now, Of ineffable creation. Fell down, to wail yourself Roaming though the dusk dimensions. Here, in the highlands, Battle will complete at last. Visionary dream, Become a horror weapon Here, at crossing sides Two forces tell the truth Of the innocent meaning of lies. Come here, sit here Return your will Things are blink now, visions make you to heal Sleep now, rest now, You’re lost your wings Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means (Vanoe’s monolog) In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches They great power, timely slides over it And didn’t know what was that visionary meetings Blazing in the sacred spirit. Losing memories of the being, they had To woke the ability of magic nature... Because times by times the heaven over the mankind Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream. Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere. It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream. Blazing...small fire begins to grow up... Yes, too small but it’s real fire A little hope that dreaming wouldn’t go any longer. Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fire Get the mists of Dragon Lore ...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers Begin to dreamed worry Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl’aman, we’ll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie |
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2. | Angel’s Retreat | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
During lost times I’ve been Reject myself. During lost times the slimly holders Suck me. I’ve been looking for the mysteries Hiding here, Searching for the source of ancient lies. There were dreams beyond reality, Take to the mists of beaming skies, There where evanescent means eternity, You will be at loss before your fight. You’re should be dawn... Weak, in fear, you think you are the lord? Breathless, in sacrilegious as rat You had to grope. Shy, in tears, you’re going to the trap, Giving by your faithless. ’n’ now you’re retreat. Come, down here, What are my mistakes, Angel? Mind is blind, What is the price for truth, Angel? Why must you listen the blames Against the sacred Nature? Why must you believe in the lie That makes you to scare to... |
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3. | Damnation of Regiomontum | 10:57 | Show lyrics |
Clouds hide the sun Fire blinds my eyes Smell of death around of me Like a shadow... Only sword in arm Sorrow in my heart Only hatred in my mind..... GROUND of my land have now became red It can’t take the blood anymore Shouts of dying like an echo of the greatest tragedy come to my land With the servants of alien god... Regiomontum a garden on ashes I roam in your infernal shadows And only moonlight shines my mournful way Regiomontum new life on the site of fire Town the phantom in a fog of centuries As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war... For the name of goodness and love Drowning in blood of the innocent people For the name of goodness and love Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes When you’ll lay down in a bed of Death Ridden by fear of Uncertainty Think of your life before you’ll draw your last breath Think of your sins in reality... Christian Christian It’s not rain that has spilled from the sky It is tears of my people It is not the rivers with pure water It is the rivers of blood of my people Now all of us are dead There is nobody to raise children There is nobody to harvest Sacred fire has gone Vaidelot’s Sacred fire The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war The air is filled by bitterness There is no the taste of freedom here anymore Only grief about native ground Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love |
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4. | Thinking... | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
I heard a leaves whisper In the cold autumn fores When we were standing near The bonfire and we were Crossing our swords Over its flame I heard a peals of thunder In the evening twilights I saw a dying sun Changing by Silver moonlight... (repeat) For Dying! For Crying! For Native Land! For Profaned Fate! Damned cross like a black shadow Has came to my Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die... But better die standing with proudly holding up head Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy... I heard peals of thunder In the evening twilightsZ I saw a dying sun Changing by the silver moonlight Wind brought to my earing Wolf’s wailing, lone and yearning It was early in the morning When I was sitting by the purling stream And I was thinking...of my nation Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It’s our time!" We were straddling our horses And we were to take Our swears into Reality.... |
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5. | Born to Be King of Innerself | 08:47 | Show lyrics |
Born to be Kings of Innerself Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron Millions of people from all over the world worship for different gods But What is the God? What holy fathers teach them? They teach to be resigned to fate...But What is Fate? They teach to be humble, submissive... They grow the weak willed herd of sheep... Hey! Proud nation! Think what happens with your mind! Who controls your own souls? What operates your lives? Hey! Proud people! Where’s your lost freedom? Your thoughts and your words don’t belong to you any more... Born to be Free... Like wind in the skies... Born to be Strong... Now close Your eyes... Proud name ’The Man’ Should not be lost Remember... Hold it in the memory of your hearts Thousands years they inspired you the fear of God’s punishment Rebels were burned in the fires Thousand years they killed in you the sprouts of wisdom No more! Brothers! Now is your time to rise! Your God in Your Mind You’re owner of your soul, the master of heart filled by freedom. Stop the Madness of lie, and use your best right To use your best right To be yourself!!!! |
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6. | (Outro) | 01:27 | instrumental |
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51:42 |
Firestorm
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Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaya | Keyboards, Flute |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Ekaterina Sopogova | Violin |
Cezary Mielko | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vladimir Kamenchuk | Photography |
Szymon Czech (R.I.P. 2012) | Producer |
Naturelle Chirva | Producer |
Michael Chirva | Producer |
Alexey Artichevski | Producer |
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1. | Introduction | 00:42 | instrumental |
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2. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Raven (Under the Raven’s Black Wings) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings The heated battle rages on mercilessly Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky Breaking spears on the steel armor Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. The swords shatter human lives, The steel was shining and the air was getting hot From the menacing breath of people’s wrath. And through the countless hordes of enemies Dripping drops of life on the way Through the dirt of Christ servants’ rows Leaving the funeral fires behind Moving apart those who came to give death The warriors of free nation are stepping firm On the native land, pushing away the unwanted Paving the way to the victory with blood. My life is flowing through the veins of trees My love blossoms in the field My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees (repeat) Two powerful armies were getting closer And gnawed deep wounds in each other. On this crowd of mixed lives Sinking in rage and other people’s blood The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war But Prussian sword is a true reward For those who came to strangle freedom For those who brought suffering to our land For those who wanted to entangle with lies And wrath held a sword And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly For troubling gods For that the brothers will not see another dawn Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings |
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3. | Birth of the Hero | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Birth of the Hero Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning In the heart of sacred woods Invisible for eyes of simple mortals The thunder announces the birth of the hero In nightly silence of the sleeping earth And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face And his first cry that breaks the darkness. And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry And thrills the sky, anticipating the events Tears off the leaves from ancient trees, Rejoices the great omen. The new-born mind as blank paper, Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water, As the grown sprout tears the air apart, Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves. And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten near The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to, But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave. Born to be Defender of Native Land Born to be rain, giving life Born to be free as a proud bird Flying in the sky Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm Born to be the river’s flow Born to be boiling wolf’s blood to be Flame of Hope Born to be himself amongst the lost souls The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear. Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death. The warrior will fight for his people, For the rivers and forests of grey gods, For the holy flame of Perkuno The sunlight is fading... The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays The last quiet day before the war The last calm before the storm The ground is trembling already And Prussia stands still awaiting |
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4. | Fire in Our Hearts | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Fire in our Hearts Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation. The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child’s tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way. Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel. |
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5. | Perkuno’s Flame | 06:42 | Show lyrics |
Perkuno’s Flame Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs’ howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning |
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6. | Godless Freedom | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Godless Freedom Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders’ land Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land! Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don’t see) Suffering and pain set in on our land! We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope... Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS! The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it... |
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7. | Storm | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Storm Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways! Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules... like sheeps in a herd) (r e p e a t) In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man! To be or not to be - There’s no such question! To be! But to be what? A weak-willed sheep that’s taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom? What’s in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance? Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die! Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading – It’s heading to the precipices There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn’t it a black stain on you? |
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8. | Tears Will Wash Off the Blood from My Sword | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory |
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44:32 |
Firestorm
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaya | Keyboards, Flute |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Cezary Mielko | Drums |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Ekaterina Sopogova | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vladimir Kamenchuk | Photography |
Szymon Czech (R.I.P. 2012) | Producer |
Naturelle Chirva | Producer |
Michael Chirva | Producer |
Alexey Artichevski | Producer |
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1. | Introduction | 00:42 | instrumental |
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2. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Raven (Under the Raven’s Black Wings) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings The heated battle rages on mercilessly Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky Breaking spears on the steel armor Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. The swords shatter human lives, The steel was shining and the air was getting hot From the menacing breath of people’s wrath. And through the countless hordes of enemies Dripping drops of life on the way Through the dirt of Christ servants’ rows Leaving the funeral fires behind Moving apart those who came to give death The warriors of free nation are stepping firm On the native land, pushing away the unwanted Paving the way to the victory with blood. My life is flowing through the veins of trees My love blossoms in the field My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees (repeat) Two powerful armies were getting closer And gnawed deep wounds in each other. On this crowd of mixed lives Sinking in rage and other people’s blood The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war But Prussian sword is a true reward For those who came to strangle freedom For those who brought suffering to our land For those who wanted to entangle with lies And wrath held a sword And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly For troubling gods For that the brothers will not see another dawn Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings |
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3. | Birth of the Hero | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Birth of the Hero Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning In the heart of sacred woods Invisible for eyes of simple mortals The thunder announces the birth of the hero In nightly silence of the sleeping earth And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face And his first cry that breaks the darkness. And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry And thrills the sky, anticipating the events Tears off the leaves from ancient trees, Rejoices the great omen. The new-born mind as blank paper, Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water, As the grown sprout tears the air apart, Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves. And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten near The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to, But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave. Born to be Defender of Native Land Born to be rain, giving life Born to be free as a proud bird Flying in the sky Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm Born to be the river’s flow Born to be boiling wolf’s blood to be Flame of Hope Born to be himself amongst the lost souls The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear. Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death. The warrior will fight for his people, For the rivers and forests of grey gods, For the holy flame of Perkuno The sunlight is fading... The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays The last quiet day before the war The last calm before the storm The ground is trembling already And Prussia stands still awaiting |
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4. | Fire in Our Hearts | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Fire in our Hearts Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation. The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child’s tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way. Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel. |
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5. | Perkuno’s Flame | 06:42 | Show lyrics |
Perkuno’s Flame Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs’ howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning |
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6. | Godless Freedom | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Godless Freedom Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders’ land Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land! Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don’t see) Suffering and pain set in on our land! We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope... Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS! The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it... |
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7. | Storm | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Storm Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways! Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules... like sheeps in a herd) (r e p e a t) In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man! To be or not to be - There’s no such question! To be! But to be what? A weak-willed sheep that’s taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom? What’s in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance? Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die! Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading – It’s heading to the precipices There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn’t it a black stain on you? |
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8. | Tears Will Wash Off the Blood from My Sword | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory |
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44:32 |
Firestorm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaya | Keyboards, Flute |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Cezary Mielko | Drums |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Ekaterina Sopogova | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vladimir Kamenchuk | Photography |
Szymon Czech (R.I.P. 2012) | Producer |
Naturelle Chirva | Producer |
Michael Chirva | Producer |
Alexey Artichevski | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Introduction | 00:42 | instrumental |
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2. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Raven (Under the Raven’s Black Wings) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings The heated battle rages on mercilessly Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky Breaking spears on the steel armor Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. The swords shatter human lives, The steel was shining and the air was getting hot From the menacing breath of people’s wrath. And through the countless hordes of enemies Dripping drops of life on the way Through the dirt of Christ servants’ rows Leaving the funeral fires behind Moving apart those who came to give death The warriors of free nation are stepping firm On the native land, pushing away the unwanted Paving the way to the victory with blood. My life is flowing through the veins of trees My love blossoms in the field My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees (repeat) Two powerful armies were getting closer And gnawed deep wounds in each other. On this crowd of mixed lives Sinking in rage and other people’s blood The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war But Prussian sword is a true reward For those who came to strangle freedom For those who brought suffering to our land For those who wanted to entangle with lies And wrath held a sword And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly For troubling gods For that the brothers will not see another dawn Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings |
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3. | Birth of the Hero | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Birth of the Hero Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning In the heart of sacred woods Invisible for eyes of simple mortals The thunder announces the birth of the hero In nightly silence of the sleeping earth And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face And his first cry that breaks the darkness. And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry And thrills the sky, anticipating the events Tears off the leaves from ancient trees, Rejoices the great omen. The new-born mind as blank paper, Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water, As the grown sprout tears the air apart, Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves. And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten near The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to, But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave. Born to be Defender of Native Land Born to be rain, giving life Born to be free as a proud bird Flying in the sky Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm Born to be the river’s flow Born to be boiling wolf’s blood to be Flame of Hope Born to be himself amongst the lost souls The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear. Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death. The warrior will fight for his people, For the rivers and forests of grey gods, For the holy flame of Perkuno The sunlight is fading... The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays The last quiet day before the war The last calm before the storm The ground is trembling already And Prussia stands still awaiting |
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4. | Fire in Our Hearts | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Fire in our Hearts Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation. The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child’s tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way. Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel. |
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5. | Perkuno’s Flame | 06:42 | Show lyrics |
Perkuno’s Flame Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs’ howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning |
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6. | Godless Freedom | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Godless Freedom Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders’ land Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land! Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don’t see) Suffering and pain set in on our land! We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope... Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS! The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it... |
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7. | Storm | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Storm Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways! Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules... like sheeps in a herd) (r e p e a t) In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man! To be or not to be - There’s no such question! To be! But to be what? A weak-willed sheep that’s taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom? What’s in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance? Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die! Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading – It’s heading to the precipices There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn’t it a black stain on you? |
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8. | Tears Will Wash Off the Blood from My Sword | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory |
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44:32 |
Firestorm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaya | Keyboards, Flute |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Cezary Mielko | Drums |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Ekaterina Sopogova | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vladimir Kamenchuk | Photography |
Szymon Czech (R.I.P. 2012) | Producer |
Naturelle Chirva | Producer |
Michael Chirva | Producer |
Alexey Artichevski | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Introduction | 00:42 | instrumental |
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2. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Raven (Under the Raven’s Black Wings) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings The heated battle rages on mercilessly Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky Breaking spears on the steel armor Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. The swords shatter human lives, The steel was shining and the air was getting hot From the menacing breath of people’s wrath. And through the countless hordes of enemies Dripping drops of life on the way Through the dirt of Christ servants’ rows Leaving the funeral fires behind Moving apart those who came to give death The warriors of free nation are stepping firm On the native land, pushing away the unwanted Paving the way to the victory with blood. My life is flowing through the veins of trees My love blossoms in the field My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees (repeat) Two powerful armies were getting closer And gnawed deep wounds in each other. On this crowd of mixed lives Sinking in rage and other people’s blood The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war But Prussian sword is a true reward For those who came to strangle freedom For those who brought suffering to our land For those who wanted to entangle with lies And wrath held a sword And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly For troubling gods For that the brothers will not see another dawn Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings |
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3. | Birth of the Hero | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Birth of the Hero Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning In the heart of sacred woods Invisible for eyes of simple mortals The thunder announces the birth of the hero In nightly silence of the sleeping earth And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face And his first cry that breaks the darkness. And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry And thrills the sky, anticipating the events Tears off the leaves from ancient trees, Rejoices the great omen. The new-born mind as blank paper, Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water, As the grown sprout tears the air apart, Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves. And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten near The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to, But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave. Born to be Defender of Native Land Born to be rain, giving life Born to be free as a proud bird Flying in the sky Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm Born to be the river’s flow Born to be boiling wolf’s blood to be Flame of Hope Born to be himself amongst the lost souls The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear. Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death. The warrior will fight for his people, For the rivers and forests of grey gods, For the holy flame of Perkuno The sunlight is fading... The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays The last quiet day before the war The last calm before the storm The ground is trembling already And Prussia stands still awaiting |
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4. | Fire in Our Hearts | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Fire in our Hearts Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation. The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child’s tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way. Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel. |
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5. | Perkuno’s Flame | 06:42 | Show lyrics |
Perkuno’s Flame Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs’ howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning |
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6. | Godless Freedom | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Godless Freedom Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders’ land Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land! Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don’t see) Suffering and pain set in on our land! We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope... Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS! The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it... |
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7. | Storm | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Storm Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways! Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules... like sheeps in a herd) (r e p e a t) In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man! To be or not to be - There’s no such question! To be! But to be what? A weak-willed sheep that’s taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom? What’s in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance? Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die! Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading – It’s heading to the precipices There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn’t it a black stain on you? |
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8. | Tears Will Wash Off the Blood from My Sword | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory |
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44:32 |
Firestorm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaya | Keyboards, Flute |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Cezary Mielko | Drums |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Ekaterina Sopogova | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vladimir Kamenchuk | Photography |
Szymon Czech (R.I.P. 2012) | Producer |
Naturelle Chirva | Producer |
Michael Chirva | Producer |
Alexey Artichevski | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Introduction | 00:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Raven (Under the Raven’s Black Wings) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings The heated battle rages on mercilessly Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky Breaking spears on the steel armor Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. The swords shatter human lives, The steel was shining and the air was getting hot From the menacing breath of people’s wrath. And through the countless hordes of enemies Dripping drops of life on the way Through the dirt of Christ servants’ rows Leaving the funeral fires behind Moving apart those who came to give death The warriors of free nation are stepping firm On the native land, pushing away the unwanted Paving the way to the victory with blood. My life is flowing through the veins of trees My love blossoms in the field My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees (repeat) Two powerful armies were getting closer And gnawed deep wounds in each other. On this crowd of mixed lives Sinking in rage and other people’s blood The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war But Prussian sword is a true reward For those who came to strangle freedom For those who brought suffering to our land For those who wanted to entangle with lies And wrath held a sword And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly For troubling gods For that the brothers will not see another dawn Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings |
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3. | Birth of the Hero | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Birth of the Hero Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning In the heart of sacred woods Invisible for eyes of simple mortals The thunder announces the birth of the hero In nightly silence of the sleeping earth And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face And his first cry that breaks the darkness. And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry And thrills the sky, anticipating the events Tears off the leaves from ancient trees, Rejoices the great omen. The new-born mind as blank paper, Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water, As the grown sprout tears the air apart, Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves. And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten near The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to, But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave. Born to be Defender of Native Land Born to be rain, giving life Born to be free as a proud bird Flying in the sky Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm Born to be the river’s flow Born to be boiling wolf’s blood to be Flame of Hope Born to be himself amongst the lost souls The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear. Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death. The warrior will fight for his people, For the rivers and forests of grey gods, For the holy flame of Perkuno The sunlight is fading... The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays The last quiet day before the war The last calm before the storm The ground is trembling already And Prussia stands still awaiting |
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4. | Fire in Our Hearts | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Fire in our Hearts Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation. The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child’s tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way. Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel. |
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5. | Perkuno’s Flame | 06:42 | Show lyrics |
Perkuno’s Flame Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs’ howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning |
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6. | Godless Freedom | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Godless Freedom Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders’ land Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land! Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don’t see) Suffering and pain set in on our land! We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope... Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS! The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it... |
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7. | Storm | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Storm Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways! Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules... like sheeps in a herd) (r e p e a t) In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man! To be or not to be - There’s no such question! To be! But to be what? A weak-willed sheep that’s taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom? What’s in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance? Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die! Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading – It’s heading to the precipices There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn’t it a black stain on you? |
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8. | Tears Will Wash Off the Blood from My Sword | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory |
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44:32 |
Firestorm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaya | Keyboards, Flute |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Cezary Mielko | Drums |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Ekaterina Sopogova | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vladimir Kamenchuk | Photography |
Szymon Czech (R.I.P. 2012) | Producer |
Naturelle Chirva | Producer |
Michael Chirva | Producer |
Alexey Artichevski | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Introduction | 00:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Raven (Under the Raven’s Black Wings) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings The heated battle rages on mercilessly Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky Breaking spears on the steel armor Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. The swords shatter human lives, The steel was shining and the air was getting hot From the menacing breath of people’s wrath. And through the countless hordes of enemies Dripping drops of life on the way Through the dirt of Christ servants’ rows Leaving the funeral fires behind Moving apart those who came to give death The warriors of free nation are stepping firm On the native land, pushing away the unwanted Paving the way to the victory with blood. My life is flowing through the veins of trees My love blossoms in the field My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees (repeat) Two powerful armies were getting closer And gnawed deep wounds in each other. On this crowd of mixed lives Sinking in rage and other people’s blood The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war But Prussian sword is a true reward For those who came to strangle freedom For those who brought suffering to our land For those who wanted to entangle with lies And wrath held a sword And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly For troubling gods For that the brothers will not see another dawn Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings |
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3. | Birth of the Hero | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Birth of the Hero Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning In the heart of sacred woods Invisible for eyes of simple mortals The thunder announces the birth of the hero In nightly silence of the sleeping earth And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face And his first cry that breaks the darkness. And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry And thrills the sky, anticipating the events Tears off the leaves from ancient trees, Rejoices the great omen. The new-born mind as blank paper, Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water, As the grown sprout tears the air apart, Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves. And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten near The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to, But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave. Born to be Defender of Native Land Born to be rain, giving life Born to be free as a proud bird Flying in the sky Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm Born to be the river’s flow Born to be boiling wolf’s blood to be Flame of Hope Born to be himself amongst the lost souls The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear. Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death. The warrior will fight for his people, For the rivers and forests of grey gods, For the holy flame of Perkuno The sunlight is fading... The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays The last quiet day before the war The last calm before the storm The ground is trembling already And Prussia stands still awaiting |
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4. | Fire in Our Hearts | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Fire in our Hearts Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation. The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child’s tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way. Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel. |
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5. | Perkuno’s Flame | 06:42 | Show lyrics |
Perkuno’s Flame Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs’ howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning |
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6. | Godless Freedom | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Godless Freedom Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders’ land Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land! Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don’t see) Suffering and pain set in on our land! We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope... Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS! The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it... |
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7. | Storm | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Storm Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways! Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules... like sheeps in a herd) (r e p e a t) In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man! To be or not to be - There’s no such question! To be! But to be what? A weak-willed sheep that’s taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom? What’s in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance? Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die! Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading – It’s heading to the precipices There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn’t it a black stain on you? |
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8. | Tears Will Wash Off the Blood from My Sword | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory |
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9. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings (radio edit) | 04:09 | |
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48:41 |
Firestorm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Michael "Miron" Chirva | Vocals, Guitars, Orchestrations |
Naturelle Chirva | Keyboards, Vocals (female), Orchestrations |
Vano Maioroff (R.I.P. 2016) | Bass |
Victoria Koulbachnaya | Keyboards, Flute |
Nikolay Kazmin | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Cezary Mielko | Drums |
OlaA | Vocals (female) |
Ekaterina Sopogova | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Vladimir Kamenchuk | Photography |
Szymon Czech (R.I.P. 2012) | Producer |
Naturelle Chirva | Producer |
Michael Chirva | Producer |
Alexey Artichevski | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Introduction | 00:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Under the Black Raven’s Wings | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Raven (Under the Raven’s Black Wings) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings The heated battle rages on mercilessly Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky Breaking spears on the steel armor Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. The swords shatter human lives, The steel was shining and the air was getting hot From the menacing breath of people’s wrath. And through the countless hordes of enemies Dripping drops of life on the way Through the dirt of Christ servants’ rows Leaving the funeral fires behind Moving apart those who came to give death The warriors of free nation are stepping firm On the native land, pushing away the unwanted Paving the way to the victory with blood. My life is flowing through the veins of trees My love blossoms in the field My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees (repeat) Two powerful armies were getting closer And gnawed deep wounds in each other. On this crowd of mixed lives Sinking in rage and other people’s blood The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war But Prussian sword is a true reward For those who came to strangle freedom For those who brought suffering to our land For those who wanted to entangle with lies And wrath held a sword And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly For troubling gods For that the brothers will not see another dawn Under the Raven’s black wings The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling Troubling the heads of sleeping trees The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds’ eyes. The raven in the moon’s eyes is as black as a wound Under the black raven’s wings |
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3. | Birth of the Hero | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Birth of the Hero Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning In the heart of sacred woods Invisible for eyes of simple mortals The thunder announces the birth of the hero In nightly silence of the sleeping earth And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face And his first cry that breaks the darkness. And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry And thrills the sky, anticipating the events Tears off the leaves from ancient trees, Rejoices the great omen. The new-born mind as blank paper, Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water, As the grown sprout tears the air apart, Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves. And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten near The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to, But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave. Born to be Defender of Native Land Born to be rain, giving life Born to be free as a proud bird Flying in the sky Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm Born to be the river’s flow Born to be boiling wolf’s blood to be Flame of Hope Born to be himself amongst the lost souls The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear. Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death. The warrior will fight for his people, For the rivers and forests of grey gods, For the holy flame of Perkuno The sunlight is fading... The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays The last quiet day before the war The last calm before the storm The ground is trembling already And Prussia stands still awaiting |
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4. | Fire in Our Hearts | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Fire in our Hearts Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation. The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child’s tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way. Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel. |
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5. | Perkuno’s Flame | 06:42 | Show lyrics |
Perkuno’s Flame Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs’ howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning |
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6. | Godless Freedom | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Godless Freedom Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders’ land Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your wounded body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land! Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don’t see) Suffering and pain set in on our land! We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope... Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS! The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it... |
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7. | Storm | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Storm Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways! Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules... like sheeps in a herd) (r e p e a t) In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man! To be or not to be - There’s no such question! To be! But to be what? A weak-willed sheep that’s taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom? What’s in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance? Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die! Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading – It’s heading to the precipices There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn’t it a black stain on you? |
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8. | Tears Will Wash Off the Blood from My Sword | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory |
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