Fragments Of Reality - Ashes Of Perun

Progressive metal, power and symphonic metal meet with traditional folk to embark on an epic journey exploring Slavic legend and mythology. #progressivemetal #symphonicmetal #slavicfolk Lyrics: I — Beneath the Birchwood Veil Cold mist crawling through the pines Silver moon on frozen shrines Grandmothers whisper ancient names Into the dark, into the flames Bones of kings beneath the snow Rivers where the dead still flow Iron bells and raven cries Watch the blackened northern skies And the wind sings low... “Remember...” II — The Fires of Perun Thunderlord above the mountains Bearer of the burning wheel Strike the oak and wake the old blood Make the sleeping spirits kneel Axes raised to crimson heavens Wolves are howling in the rain Children of the ash and forest Call the ancient gods again PERUN! Ride the storm across the land PERUN! Lightning forged by iron hands Through the valleys Through the wars Through the memory of the stars III — Baba Yaga’s Hut Deep inside the crooked woodland Past the lakes no map has known Stands a hut on chicken legs Carved from teeth and splintered bone She sees through the veil of dying Through the smoke of human greed Half a mother, half disaster Feeding roots with kings who bleed Turn around... Turn around... Do not look her in the eyes Her mortar flies through midnight forests Sweeping footprints from the earth Every bargain costs a shadow Every blessing hides a curse IV — Koschei the Deathless Needles hidden inside the egg Egg inside the iron crow Crow beneath the roots of mountains Where the poisoned rivers flow Deathless tyrant, empty heartbeat Gold-encrusted rotting king He devours the years of mortals Just to hear the winter sing Break the chain, spill the secret Burn the relic, end the night But immortality is hunger With no dawn and no respite V — Lament of the Rusalka I drowned beneath the willow branches Bride of sorrow, child of spring Now I dance in moonlit waters Where the drowned forever sing Sailor... Come closer... Can you hear the river breathe? My hair is made of drifting algae My heart of ice and emerald weeds I pull the lonely to the deep And feed the silence as it feeds VI — The Black Sun Rises From Novgorod to burning Kiev From shattered idols to the cross Still the old gods walk beside us Hidden in our blood and loss Every forest keeps a memory Every mountain hides a name Every candle lit in winter Feeds the ancient sleeping flame Hear the choir of the ancestors Ringing through the frozen air We are not alone in darkness They were always there. Finale — Kolovrat Wheel of fire Wheel of seasons Turn again beneath the snow Life to death And death to silence And from silence, old gods grow Raise the mead and feed the hearthfire Let the thunder shake the plain For the blood of Slavic legends Still runs wild inside our veins PERUN! Ride the storm across the land PERUN! Lightning forged by iron hands Through the valleys Through the wars Through the memory of the stars HEY! HEY! The old world never died. PERUN! Ride the storm across the land PERUN! Lightning forged by iron hands Through the valleys Through the wars Through the memory of the stars