Cold Waters of Turbulent Torrents - Thalarion

I arose … I materialized

From cold waters of turbulent torrents

In a rain of eternal drops

Through the mist and haze

Into the new dimension

Black forest is the where I was born

In the sign of an ancient kind

My life seems to be so empty, forlorn

And beguiling visions I cannot bind

Ancient Slavic rite of the vernal equinox

Narcotic smell of the native ground

Spreads through the valley never found

Whispering moon in the blackened sky

Embracing my soul with the silverblack dawn

Above the horizons

The pagan winds of eternal winter blow

Under the highest mountain

Where the bones of my ancestors rest

Under the blanket of freezing snow

Where evil sunbeams do not shine

I burn the ancient bones

I blow their ancient dust

With a squall in my hands

I am a new disciple of a rain eternal

With a squall in my hands

I am a new follower of Perun’s voice of power