Eyes Of Death (Вежды Мора)
- Temnozor (2010)You are listening to the song Eyes Of Death (Вежды Мора) by Temnozor, in album Урочища Снов (Haunted Dreamscapes). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Древльний волхвъ резаху
Семь знаковъ нъбытия
По старыиму древу мора
Ведовску дубу кряковату да черну.
Как на дубе том удавленник висне
Душу онъго кудесъно древо пьет
Со ветвей слукыих, из дупел смрадныихъ
Возре да граяху слепооки навии.
Дряхлоблештъныими тенями
Коло осолонь обиходяша
Черньнобожыими вранами
Беды земле а люду връще.
Лютых дней въдуницы
Чаши тщета а мора бездъные
Хвалу ли хулу тебе аркучи
Льют немочныхъ пагубою.
Отайного бога
Сереборинная сулица
Душами велиихъ
Выспре ратей неба гридницы.
Черньнобог ‒ доля отаина векованья
Ключ неизреченья живота а мора.
Врата колесницамъ пролетънего слнъца
Отверзае онъ во личине князя зимы
Рогою лодьею мёртвых по водам нощей а меркотей
Ведет онъ пути новозижьна дня.
[English translation:]
Elder sorcerer carves
The seven signs of unbeing
Upon the ancient Tree of Death
The witching oak, crooked and black.
As on this oak the deadman hangs
The magick tree drinks his soul
And from all its branches wry, from all its hollows rotten
The blind ghosts stare down and yell aloud.
Like the pale withered shadows
They dance around against the sun
Like the ravens of thine
They screech out the woes to lands and folk.
The witches of the hard times
Sing either a hymn or a curse to thee
They fill the chalices of hunger and plague
With the deaths of the weak.
While the silver spear of
Thee, the mysterious god
Sends forth the spirits of the strong
Unto the heavenly halls.
Thou art the second half of eternity
Thou art the key to the secrets of life and death.
In the mask of the winter king
Thou openst the gates for the chariots of the newborn sun
On the horned ship of the dead through the waters of night and twilight
Thou leadst the path for the new day.
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