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Album: Cez ostrie skál (2022) Album art: Additional art: Z tisícich trónov (Of the thousand thrones) A wanderer greeted me face to face, one that walks the distant paths since long ago. And as in mirror I saw mysteries in his gloomy, deep eyes. He is one called shepherd of wolves. He knows the secrets of the dead. His realm is endless abyss that stretches under Silver Mountain without shade. About grand oak that touches the Heavens with its treetop. About glass castle on the shore of the dark sea About the fate of ancient Gods, he sang and his voice sounded far away Wind rose with his first word and storm crashed in the rocks. Mist fell with the third word and wild creatures howled in the darkness Windstorm falls from the mountains. I rise awaken by the thunder. I am no more deaf nor blind. I see the throne of Svarožic shining in the distance. There is no more sorrow nor fear. Death is only long grey dream. If this spring is clear, one gulp is enough I shall be born again in bright flames. Wind rose with his first word and storm crashed in the rocks. Mist fell with the third word and wild creatures howled in the darkness.
