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Music: Roman "ROKA" Kukushkin
Lyrics: Igor Baliun
Artwork: Igor Baliun

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Witches
Crows black crows
Why did they come?
Don’t peck at their bones
Vile creatures fly away far away from here!
Let’s utter our incantations
To a spirit of the tree
And show our adoration
To the Horned to whom we treat
Beneath the oak of wisdom
Let’s sing and dance in a ring
Let’s make ignescent fire
To bless the dormant seeds of healing weeds
But on that side of the hollow
We’ve heard the harrowing groans
The tough wails of sorrow
Resounded through the old flaccid groves
A keen blazing arrow
Was shot in the air of the morn.
There on the top of the barrow
They kindled pyres for our sisters forlorn
We shall not conceal our convictions
Even if the flames devour our maids
Soon the witches will be sacrificed
For the good of the Christian faith
But on that side of the hollow
We’ve heard the harrowing groans
The tough wails of sorrow
Resounded through the old flaccid groves.
Who would stir up sedition?
Who would call upon the gods?
We’re on the brink of perdition
Oh, Gods lay your hands
On our black dying hearts
This morning they are destined to die
And take their lore to the grave
Our censure is a flagrant crime
It’ll be slain with the catholic glaive
The clergy have found a scapegoat
Our lives not to worth a groat
To be set at naught
Funereal deadwood of the autumn days
Hangs down over our creed
Black furious curs on a papal chain
Will bite us until we all bleed
Our lasses are tied to the aspen poles
They’ve got their sooty faces of hate
Their pale lips want to kiss the dawn
As their pain can’t be ablated any more
There is a willow circlet
As a sign of our sorry lot
It bid fare to be a day of our loss
As this circlet of our morrow’s been burnt
Oh Gods, is there something to stop the time
just only for a spell?
We’d come to the glade
Where a black raven cries scenting the burning smell
No solace for our living
And no rest for our dead
They’ve turned to a wedge of cranes
To leave this hallowed land
This sublime stake has come to an end
It’s dawning and it’s a time to realize
These men dressed in their sacerdotal robes
Lay the foundation of lies
All tracks of their actions has been covered up
And new grass will grow at a temple’s porch
They’re building the gorgeous church
In the place where our sisters
Lost their invaluable lives!

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from Thy Children EP 2013, released September 22, 2013

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DOWNWIND (Melodic Extreme Metal) Kiev, Ukraine

Downwind - one of the best bands of Ukrainian metal scene. Band which managed to combine classics and modern, speed and melodics, dark atmosphere, drive, and, of course, wide variety of genres of heavy music. Each new song is a real hit, that just can not let you to sit still. Fans of Melodic Death Metal, Thrash Metal, Groove, and simply connoisseur modern metal must listen it! ... more

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