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Grief for an Idol

(2013)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresPagan Metal
LabelsParagon Records
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Grief for an Idol Lyrics

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1. Dance of the Fiery Stars
Nighttime rite, the autumn sky
The time of rain, mountain slope
Dead winter calls, three months of devotion

Commemoration of the departed
Ancestor’s veneration - the reverence
The breath of night in the cold starlight

Ethereal awe, the kiss of death
Catharsis, purification of the flesh

Spiritual cleansing, repudiation of the void
Togetherness of the living, effervescence

Nighttime rite, the autumn sky
The time of rain, mountain slope
Dead winter calls, three months of devotion

Divine, divine fire, insight beyond the realm
Climbing, climbing, higher, smelling the limestone smell
Initiation, Pleiades rising, all souls feast
Worshipping the dead, the dead eyes, the words of priest

Nighttime rite, autumn sky
The time of rain, mountain slope
Dead winter calls, three months of devotion
2. Two Untouched Moments
How many years are to pass
While washing gold in the river of vanity
What sacrificial rites to be served
While crushing walls of fake-faced morality

I just wonder if there was any
A pure essence of wordless synergy
Whether some of those breathing here before us
Weren´t facing the same flow of unspoken elegy

Two untouched moments I praise
Nature´s "welcome in" and "farewell"
If only all dwell choices were so intuitive and clear
So influenceless of their own ego spell

Cursed be the wizzard puzzling out the entire truth
Who of us could bear it and still stay sane
Thats why we all are made to just hide and seek
never missing the far, demarcated lane

Two untouched moments I praise
nature´s "welcome in" and "farewell"
if only all dwell choices were so intuitive and clear
so influenceless of own ego spell
3. Krasatina (Grief for the Idol)
As our memories are fading, the time of new prophets is about to come
History turns into myths and legends but their power is after centuries gone

Let the centuries tremble, let my spirit fly through the times of lies

I call you through the ages of oblivion
Where is our father´s belief? Where is it gone?

Let the centuries tremble, let my spirit fly through the times of lies
I call you through the eons of time
Obscurity has taken its price

The faith of the folk of meadows, their rulers and noble lords. Fool, who calls the old names
(Fool who calls the old names, who the forgotten wants to awake)

I light the fire high, the wealth of times is burning, I call your name through the eons of time.(Made of gold, born to forsee)

Hair is burning on the red-hot coal
Your miraculous power, the secrets you know
I ask you questions, when death is near
You fall down to the ground, unleashing my fear

The centuries bring the twilight, secret doctrines fade, new thoughts giving birth to newcomers to this land.
(Fool who calls the old names, who the forgotten wants to awake)

I call you through the ages, I cry in vain, the laughter sounds, the old words grow pale
(Made of gold, born to forsee)

As our memories are fading, the time of new prophets is about to come
History turns into myths and legends but their power is after centuries gone
4. Wayfarer’s Awakening
I´ve been walking the lands following my steps on its steep winding path
I´ve been sailing the seas, the oceans, a stranger appearing at night
Some greeted me honestly, some of them banished me with their frowning eyes
A guest of the kings, a fellow of beggars, venerating the early morning light

I´ve seen silver stars in the cold desert nights
I catch sight of sunset beyond the northern circle
Stories of man about struggles of life, shedding bitter tears or sowing joyful smiles

Shining in moonlight, the memories of old
Sharing the wisdom, silent words of war
I´ve met tribes, their women with children, their men in arms fighting to raise their honor

Wandering man collecting names, forgetting faces, vanishing in haze
Through water, through fire for the wisdom of old, the sincere, the liar will never be told
There is a story behind each man, the clash and fight for their rights and their land
Never to learn to sense the unity between the man and the Earth

Never to learn to sense the unity between the man and the Earth
Back home to lay the body to rest, to free the mind from the struggle ... welcome the end …
5. Don't Tell Lies to Children
Blank mind, empty soul, empty flask to become a potion of servitude …
… gratitude, submissiveness to the stronger by age

Blue open eyes, expecting no lies to hear
Grateful for love you give, expecting your wisdom but the purpose is clear
The day you will find it out, the day when the smile will fade
That day is near.

Suppressing the natural, teaching the culture of man
The words are pure magic, their power poisoning the air

Happiness dying out, lowering the velvet veil, velvet veil over the realms of secrets

Convention and pressure, I´ll make you to play this game
In the name of my God and through your mind, my holy thoughts shall prevail … forever prevail

Give me your soul, for my Lord is the whisperer
I´ll make you forget and leave just a thoughtless hole
Once you will cry again, not knowing the reason why
A lurking depression crawls into your vacant soul
6. Doomsayer
(lyrics by Talic)


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ⰳⰾⱘⰱⱁⰽⱁ ⰽⱁⱃⰵⱀⱐⰵ • ⰲⱑⱅⰲⱐⰵ ⰴⱁ ⱀⰵⰱⰵⱄⱏ •
ⰾⰻⱄⱅⰲⱐⱑ ⱎⱓⰿⱏ • ⰲⱁⱀⱑ ⰿⱑⰸⰳⱏⰻ •
ⱄⰻⰾⰰ ⰺ ⱆⰿⱏ :

ⰴⱐⱀⱐ ⱑⱍⰵ ⰴⱐⱀⱐ • ⰿⰻⰿⱁ ⱑⰴⰵⱅⱏ ⰲⱁⰸⱏ ⰺ ⰸⰾⰰⱅⰰ •
ⰶⰻⰲⱏⰻ ⰴⰰⰵⱅⱏ ⰾⱆⱍⱗ • ⱀⰰⱂⰾⱐⱀⱑⰵⱅⱏ ⱂⱁⰾⰵ ⰶⰻⱅⰰ :
ⱄⰾⱐⰸⱏⰻ • ⰰⰽⱏⰻ ⱄⱐⱃⰵⰱⱃⱁ • ⱃⰻⱀⱘⱅⱏ ⱄⱗ • ⰸⰵⰿⰾⰻ :

ⱉ ⱂⱑⱀⱐⰵ ⰴⱑⰲⰻⱍⰵ • ⰲⰰⰱⰻⱅⱏ ⱆⰿⱏ •
ⰽⱃⰻⰾⱑ ⰺ ⱅⱑⰾⱁ ⱂⱏⱅⰻⱍⰵ •
ⰲⰾⰰⱄⱏⰻ ⰰⰽⱏⰻ ⱄⰾⱏⱀⱐⱍⱐⱀⱏⰻ ⰾⱆⱍⱗ • ⱄⱐⱑⱙⱅⱏ •
ⰲⰵⱄⱀⱐⱀⱘ ⱂⱑⱄⱀⱐ ⱅⱘⱍⱗ ⁘
7. O veliji Vezě
8. The Great Dance of Dionysus
Ambrosia, Amanita muscaria
Open the Gateway, brighten the senses
The Eye of God, the hand of man
To ecstasy through ritual madness

Living and dead appear in the fire
Numinous power bringing hysteria
Body and mind obsessed with bliss
Slowly the clarity is melted in mist

Epiphany – the God that comes
Triumphant – the one who knows
Procession – from the place beyond
Arrival – cult of the souls

Arrival – cult of the souls

He in the tree, runner in the woods
Divinity deep in his mysteries
Chaotic, ecstatic visions of old
From beyond this realm, mystical possession

Slowly fading – the light of this world
Infinity liberating tormented human soul

Living and dead appear in the fire
Numinous power bringing hysteria
Body and mind obsessed with bliss
Slowly the clarity is melted in mist

Ambrosia, Amanita muscaria
Open the Gateway, brighten the senses
The Eye of God, the hand of man
To ecstasy through ritual madnes
9. Love Bombing
Desire, desire, you will be ours
Your thoughts will be reformed according to ours
The secret doctrine growing so strong
We never give up, we´re those who win

Blazing fire – living from the weak
Sacred voices shape what you feel

Charismatic spell we put on you
Soon you won´t recognize
What´s a lie and what is true
Soon you won´t recognize
What´s a lie and what is true

Blind our seeds are, grown up with attention and good care
Building up human fences around personal hell - accusation
Accusation denied, denial of free will – aberration
Aberration controlled, feeble minded low-achiever absorbing our spell

Blazing fire – living from the weak
Sacred voices shape what you feel

Desired, desired, we praise you with grace,
Overwhelming love and smile on our face
10. Minnestund
Som et tindrende sinne agerende mot den urett knusende som stein mot bakke
Som et gysende hat med bladet fra rustne sverd rettet mot deres nakke

Aldri mer skal vi forrådes
Aldri mer skal de benådes
Aldri mer skal vi synke mot havets bunn
Men vi skal alltid huske denne minnestund

Den Høyes tale er i oss lenket fast
Når det rumlet og skyer brast
Når det klarnet og vi så det skinne
Da ble født vår arv, vårt minne

Modige menn fra glemselens vann
Vis øye for øye og tann for tann
Et minne til handling og gjenoppreisning
En dugnad til ære for det norrøne ting

11.
Perchta
11. Perchta
Den za dnem, léto za létem, a nakonec smrt. Někdy stojí dlouho při dveřích, až pojednou vkročí náhle, znenadání. Někdy však se ohlašuje, nežli života ukrátí. Taková bývala víra a jest, že se ukazují znamení nastávající smrti, že slýchat podivné zvuky, jež věští blížící se poslední chvíle.
Hlas sejčka, tajemné zaklepání nebo zvuk, jak by někdo prutem švihl po dveřích, po okně, nebo jiné oznamují blízké skonání. To jsou znamení obecná. Některým však rodům prý zvláštní znamení hlásila, že někdo z nich odejde cestou všech lidí.
Tak měl-li kdo ze zemanů Strojetických zemřít, uviděl bílého vrabce, kdo z Příchovských, ten uslyšel pojednou troubení lovci trouby, láni psů a řehot koní. Když na hradě Rabí veliká černá skříň počala se náhle, zničehonic otřásat, když temný hluk z ní vycházel, tu jistě pak záhy smrtí sešel někdo z Dlouhovesských, Častolarů nebo Chanovských. Černínové před smrtí slýchali podivný zvuk, jako by někdo písek nebo štěrk sypal, Lobkovicové hlas zvonků, a když někdo z Kolovratů měl zhasnout, potil se v Ročovském kostele náhrobní kámen, pod nímž odpočíval jejich předek, někdy za Karla IV. na slovo vzatý.
Některým rodům se zjevovala bílá paní.
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Kdykoliv se ukázala, mohli se v těch místech nadít nějaké události, veselé nebo smutné. Buď se někdo narodil, nebo zemřel, nebo svatby slaveny v tom rodě. A vždycky se zjevila v bělostném obleku, paní vážná, urostlé postavy, majíc hlavu rouškou zavitu jako vdova. Jen když něco žalostného nastávalo, mívala prý na rukou černé rukavičky.
Zjevovala se v různou dobu: někdy v pravé poledne, nejčastěji v noci.
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A tu zněl její hlas jako ševel, jako tichého větru vání.
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