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Genre: Atmospheric Black Metal / Folk Country: Belarus At last, you noticed smoke in the evening skies. Today you traveled far and sought for slaves In strangers’ lands. He’ll pay for every village you will find In ancient swamps. You need to go and get your gold. The horse has stumbled entering the Forest. Silly steed took your whip And, again, you ride on Through the pines. On the road Hooves will beat deadly song. Ride ahead to the smoke, Cover head with the hood. And your route’s getting clear - Take a trail in the wood. Notice light - go for it You will scout in the mist. Take the bow in your hands: Very soon you’ll need it. Sleeping pigs in their beds Won’t defend in the fight. You will scout in the dark And prepare for triumph. Smile illuminates your tired face What a shame. You got confused with marshland lights. Forget them now… The night has come. You switched the bow to a naked blade. And with dismay, you burned the torch to shine the way, But couldn’t notice quiet steps behind your back. Gloom hides the road, Treading on your ride, Slowing down running horse, Like the dead darkness tide. Look around, where you are? You have lost all the tracks. And you hear worrying sounds. Run as fast as you can. Howling wolves start the hunt With the hunger in eyes. Branches slash startled face, And they feel primal fear. Bare fangs, greedy roar Chase the dumb frightened boar, Lonely crying at night For the ones who could come. Careless and blunt Lie in wet land - This is the tale Forests will tell By glowing eyes In the nightfall. Fools, once alive, No step could crawl. Evoking Winds is a completely non-commercial project. If you see any purchase request on Bandcamp or any other payment gate - this is not intended by us and might be related to the free downloads monthly limitations. © ℗ 2013 Artyom Prishchepov, Ivan Sereda
