It is written on the stone: "As a straight ehati - I never live - there is no way for a passer-by, neither a traveler, nor a passing one." The following inscriptions: “to the right ehati - to be married to being; to the left ehati - rich in being "

Thank you

@Joseph Knecht no, it just turned out to be a curve translation. "ehati" is to go )

@Joseph Knecht The Slavic hero (Ilya of Muromets) is given the choice of the road as a consequence and the choice of his fate. He chooses death.

Brilliant! Thank you for the translation! So much meaning in that!

I mean, this isn't like avante garde music that eschews traditional tonalities or anything like that, but it's simple enough to dismantle the idea "that metal is just screaming noise" with something of an understanding of music theory.

I wonder which direction the knight chose to go🌞

Only death. He has all ready had it all.

Preach

Have you heard harakiri for the sky new album??

@@77blacktrip Nah, never liked their stuff. I have the same problem with HftS as I have with Darkthrone, the music is good, but I absolutely dislike the voice. Can't listen to it, so I didn't even boher with their new album.

@@DasTod fair enough mate. I have that issue with a ton of bands I just can't get into the vocals. I think JJs vocals in hfts fits their sound perfectly, but that's just me.

Shadows on the Wall This sword I carry, forged years ago Given to me by my father, no gift but a curse Cursed to wander these lands far from my home Cursed to be afraid and journey on my own This shield I carry, carved from the wood Of a tree in my town, countless years ago Built to protect me from everything I fear Illusions from my mind and things I cannot see. My armour shines in the setting sun Shadows grow and the air is cold Whispering voice in a tongue unknown to me In this forest will I die?

A Warm Place with No Memory Serenade the dawn, the light flows on Alone I stare in awe A warm place with no memory Will forever be home I will find you on my road I will meet you by the shore In these shadows I’m alone I will take you to my home

Bleed with Me I’ve seen white light Clouds from the grey Hold a safe place Within my heart.

Slaves of Misery Dashed upon the rocks of grief Cast adrift upon the wretched sea Thoughts of home frequently Immobilised by fright. Deeper down beyond all sound Surely here is where all life should drown Forgot the warmth of the sun It drifts away from sight. Slave away and wait to die Waste away for your whole life But a slave to misery Curse the day and morning light Another day I walk with thee Within these halls that ye may never leave Haunted by the ghosts of fear They disappear in time. From the gates I see the end Wave goodbye as if you were my friend Why on me do you depend? And never leave my side?

When I Die I Shall Return When I arrived, my journey took me through the trees I came upon a land of snow Mountains of ice and souls being warmed by fireside It was here I made a home As days warm, from their homes I heard the songs We shared laughs and hopes and beer Long blurry nights, laughing til the morning rise In those days, the world was fair How I wish that I could sleep and dream forever. In this realm, eternally my home But my heart belongs somewhere far across the sea. When I die I shall return When summer came, the hills became a brilliant green. And the sun above did shine I felt the warmth, something never seen before. Locked away for all time Oh, how I wish that I could sleep and dream forever. In this realm, eternally my home. But my heart belongs somewhere far across the sea. When I die I shall return. The years go on and we grow old. Yet my strength remains. Another day, another path. I start to notice my friend grows grey. He's walking slowly, a few steps behind. He's been this way for days. He cannot eat, he only sleeps. This is where his legs gave way. I held his head heavy in my hands. From his mouth escaped a sigh. Many years and journeys more and now he says goodbye. I plead with him: "Please don't go." I see his spirit rise. Into the fog he wandered forth and disappeared before my eyes. Here where no one wanders Where no lights can be seen A winter realm of ice and snow Forever here I’ll dream And when the time does come My broken body dies My bones shall rest, forevermore Upon the mountainside.

This is excellent! A vinyl pressing is a must. (2)

hard agree

Yes if I remember correctly he said this on the show when his wife had passed away. Bob Ross is one of the last samples I would’ve expected to hear on a black metal record

i was thinking just the same...

Bravo! 🇨🇿

и облога убедительная)

it sounds more sludgy in first press noisy version)

The production is part of the intended experience. Wouldn't disagree with you if you said that a slightly more polished production would've added more but it is what it is.

Remaster!? You're listening to black metal sonny boi