And lo, What I saw cannot be told.
Strange shades emerging from the mist.
Floating over ethereal raging twists.
In a halo of mysticism and cold.
From the inner forest they came, silently numb,
Imbued in heavy armours and spears up high.
Once more, marching under the dark night sky
As a procession leaded by the sound of drums.
It was at midnight, the late darkest hour,
When awaking from its dream, a raven begun to caw
Following the march, with a black banner in the claw,
An ancestral icon filled with spectral power.
Then, like a psalm some words were said,
Proudly, with a voice that was fearsome
"For ages we had waited, searching for wisdom:
Now we know the paths of the living and the dead".
As they reach my side I felt the centuries upon me.
My heart turned ice and elder, emitting no sound.
Trembling and pale, not believing what I found:
Immortality before me, now free to learn and see.
I am one more of them, for eternity we will march together
Not dead but not living, keeping the secrets of the mist forever...
Russian duo leaven unbridled, blackened instrumentation with radiant melodies, their post-metal heaviness propelled by heavenly energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2024