Yest' ne boleye odnoy,
staroy mertvoy ved'my.
Nad vershinoyu lesnoy,
na metle i v stupe.
Na granitse dvukh mirov,
mertvykh i zhivykh.
Otpravlyaya nas domoy,
omyvayet - kormit.
K lesu peredom stoit,
dom yeyo uzhasnyy.
V mertvyy mir otkryta dver'.
Trepeshchut ot strakha zhivyye,
v polete pod khmurym nebom.
Molyatsya bogu sedyye,
poka yeshcho vrode zhivyye.
Boites' vy smerti - tryasetes' za zhizn'.
Zhdut vas rodnyye - vam dorogiye.
Umrite skoreye - babka otpravit,
Vas - v bezdnu mirov.
Otvernetsya dom ot lesa,
Raspakhnetsya dver'.
Staraya ved'ma ona.
Yeyo sud'ba takova.
Gloriously unrelenting, the new black metal masterpiece from Moray uses slashing riffs and searing vocals to tell an unsettling story. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 5, 2023