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Goddess
06:35
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Goddess
Music & lyrics by CHUR, edited by Ar (Heather Wasteland)
The time has come -
Here they stand.
They want our women,
They need our land.
But all my kin
Is behind my back.
They shall not pass -
They will be dead!
Stay...Wait...
Horn’s blow!
Go!!!
So clear
Now I feel
The smell of grass,
The weight of steel.
The time slowed down,
My hip is cut.
I see their fear -
There is no blood!
I wore my best shirt,
Embroidered by my wife.
These runes and patterns
Will tell the Gods of what blood I am!
CHORUS (translated from Ukrainian):
There is among grasses and flowers
A thousand men arranged a feast.
They're dancing with the swords,
They're splattering their red wine around!
The sky is blue! The steppe is wild!
Only strength gives freedom!
It's getting dark -
The day has gone.
I see them running
After the sun.
Please, pull the arrow
Out of my chest.
I am so tired,
I need to rest.
Will I see the Golden Gates
And Mighty Gods in silver mails?
Why my head is on your knees?
So good I’ve stopped to wheeze!
Look - grandparents are alive,
They're healthy and with happy smiles!
Calling and waving at me,
But I don't want to leave you!
I see no Gods, but the Goddess!
A galaxy is in your eyes!
You’ve been with me all the time.
And I know - you’ll be with me forever!
CHORUS (Ukrainian):
Ген серед трав та й квітів
Пирує тисяча мужів.
Із шаблями танцюють,
Вином червоним плескають!
Небо синє, дике поле -
Лише сила дає волю!
P.S.
CHUR is a Ukrainian Folk Metal band with many folk instruments and mostly clean vocals.
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2. |
Four-faced
06:25
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Four-faced
Music & lyrics by CHUR, edited by Ar (Heather Wasteland) and Keith Fay (Cruachan)
In a deep and shady forest,
In forgotten lands,
A moss-covered stone idol
Silently stands.
It is looking at the four sides
Of the world.
It has not just one face –
But four.
The first is the face of a warrior
With his sword in hand.
The second is the face of a half-beast.
The third is the face of a man
With the Sun in his hair.
The fourth is the face of a lady.
It's the last of thousands of idols -
All of them are gone,
Fallen and destroyed by dark souls.
They are searching all the time,
But can't reach that one,
'Cause that place is kept in our hearts.
Deep inside our souls and our blood
We feel and we know who we are.
Those are not just the faces of Old Gods -
Those are the faces of us!
Oh, our Father, oh, the Sun!
Let our harvest be rich!
Oh, The Lady, our Great Mother,
Give us children!
Oh, The Warrior, help us, please,
To protect our land!
Give us, Father of The Beast,
Wisdom to understand!
Oh, our Father, oh, the Sun!
Oh, The Lady, our Great Mother,
Oh, The Warrior, God of War!
Father of The Beast, raise your horns!
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3. |
Дике поле [Wild Steppe]
05:14
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Дике поле [Wild Steppe]
Music & lyrics by CHUR
ENG
Translated from Ukrainian by CHUR
Oh, ten kings
Were walking along the wild steppe.
Where are their tracks now?
The wind erased them.
The free wind flies over the wild steppe.
The song of the lark is heard in the blue sky.
Oh, a thousand lords
Were walking along the wild steppe.
Snakes created the nest between their bones.
The free wind flies over the wild steppe.
The song of the lark is heard in the blue sky.
Oh, hundred Cossacks
Were walking along the wild steppe.
The red poppy blossoms where they sleep.
The free wind flies over the wild steppe.
The song of the lark is heard in the blue sky.
UKR
Ой, гуляло степом десять королів.
Де вони ходили - вітер слід замів.
А у дикім полі гуляє вітер,
А у небі жайвора спів.
Ой, гуляла степом тисіча панів.
Поміж кісточками змій кубельце звив.
А у дикім полі гуляє вітер,
А у небі жайвора спів.
Ой, гуляла степом сотня козаків.
Де вони спочили - дикий мак зацвів.
А у дикім полі гуляє вітер,
А у небі жайвора спів.
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4. |
Paradise
05:11
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Paradise
Music & lyrics by CHUR, edited by Ar (Heather Wasteland) and Keith Fay (Cruachan)
What a great day for the flock –
The sheep have built the fence!
Heads of wolves are on its posts.
Hail to dogs our friends!
Meet the dawn of a new life!
Where's my wife?
Many years have passed.
No more fear and gore.
We don't have enough grass,
But more puppies are born.
Days of wolves are gone!
Where's my son?
The sea of grass is around.
Skulls and bones are on the ground.
The howling spreads to the horizon –
The song of strength and freedom.
The howling spreads to the horizon –
The song of freedom.
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5. |
Туга [Grief]
06:12
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Туга [Grief]
Music & lyrics by CHUR
ENG
Translated from Ukrainian by CHUR
Weep for us, oh, gloomy rain
'Cause we have no more tears left.
Wash the pain out of our hearts
So that only strength will remain.
We need to fight for a long time,
But there is no dawn yet.
I know - the Gods smile from the sky
When the souls of light go to them.
We don't need an enemy army to fight
While the traitors are hitting us in the back!
Fall from the sky, oh, gloomy rain!
Drink that blood, oh, Mother Earth!
Meet your best sons!
Mother, we will repay the debt -
Heroes will pay for everyone again!
White wings carry our tears
Where the dew is clear and salty.
Black wings carry drops of our blood
Where the dew is black and red.
UKR
Ти поплач замість нас, похмурая злива,
Бо у нас вже сліз пекучих катма.
Вимий біль з сердець, би лишилася сила,
Бо їм битися ще, а світанку нема.
Знаю я - боги посміхаються з неба,
Коли душі світлі до Вирію йдуть.
Нам ворожих лав для бою не треба,
Поки зрадники у спину нам б'ють!
Злива, лий, земле, пий ту кров -
Зустрічай своїх кращих синів!
Мати, ми повернемо борг -
Знов герої заплатять за всіх!
Білі крила
Ген несуть наші сльози,
Там де роси чисті-солоні.
Чорні крила
Ген несуть краплі крові,
Там де роси чорно-червоні.
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6. |
Dancer
05:27
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Dancer
Music & lyrics by CHUR, edited by Ar (Heather Wasteland) and Keith Fay (Cruachan)
On the trampled grass,
Slippery and red,
A dance of death is over -
The dancer is lying dead.
He is looking at the sky
With a happy smile.
A pile of bodies on the field
And he is on the top of the pile.
A chief with a silver beard
Rises on the pile
And thrusts his broad knife
Into the dancer's side.
His liver is still warm.
The silver beard is red.
This is the greatest honor
A warrior can get.
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
When your battle is almost lost,
When you see no chance to survive,
When you're alone, surrounded by foes -
That's the moment of truth in your life.
Now the Gods are looking at you,
Seeing through your soul and your heart.
With no thoughts, no words and no lie
Now be who you really are.
In the middle of the feast,
In the center of the great hall
The king is drinking ale
From the cup which is made from a skull
Take this gift, my son -
It’s the Bringer of Victory!
Hear the words of wisdom
That he is whispering.
When your battle is almost lost,
When you see no chance to survive,
When you're alone, surrounded by foes -
That's the moment of truth in your life.
Now the Gods are looking at you,
Seeing through your soul and your heart.
With no thoughts, no words and no lie
Now be who you really are.
When your battle is completely lost,
When you have no chance to survive,
When you're the last, surrounded by foes -
That's the goal of your entire life
Brothers Gods are looking at you -
You can feel them in your soul!
It is time to hide no more
Now dance, God of War!
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Битва під Конотопом [Battle of Konotop]
Music & lyrics by CHUR
ENG
Translated from Ukrainian by CHUR
Why are you, the Tsar of Moscow,
Dressed in sad clothes?
Why your people around Moscow
Are digging deep moats?
Where are the thirty thousand of boyars,
Which looted many cities?
The whole cavalry lies
Near Konotop.
Three days and three nights
Without sleep, without stopping
Muscovites run away
From the Rus' lands
Why is Sosnovka red?
The boyars' blood flows in it.
Black marshland flies from under the hoofs.
The flare of the sun shines on the sabers.
The Horde and Cossack army
Are cutting down the enemies!
Why is Sosnovka red?
The boyars' blood flows in it.
Black marshland flies from under the hoofs.
The flare of the sun shines on the sabers.
Where's Pozharsky? See, the rider over there
Is carrying his head to their prince.
UKR
Чом ти, московський цар,
У одяг вбрався сумний?
Чом люд твій коло Москви
Копа глибокі рови?
Де тридцять тисяч бояр,
Що грабували міста?
Уся кіннота лежить
У Конотопа.
Три дні і три ночі
Без сну, без упину
Із руських земель
Утікають москвини.
Чом та Соснівка червона?
Тече боярська в ній кров.
Чорна багнюка летить з-під копит.
Спалах сонця на шаблях блищить.
Орда та військо козаків
Рубають ворогів!
Три дні і три ночі
Без сну, без упину
Із руських земель
Утікають москвини.
Чом та Соснівка червона?
Тече боярська в ній кров.
Чорна багнюка летить з-під копит
Спалах сонця на шаблях блищить.
Де ж Пожарський? Бач, вершник онде
Його голову князю везе.
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8. |
River
04:38
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River
Music & lyrics by CHUR, edited by Ar (Heather Wasteland)
A river flows so wide and deep.
Not from mountains, nor from woods
But from ancient times.
And its water isn't sweet,
But so salty and consists
Of intertwined bloodlines.
The mighty river is so strange -
Only Gods know where
Its beginning is.
Purple water doesn't splash -
Every line is talking loud
By many voices.
Not on the ground
And nor under it -
Inside of you!
CHORUS (translated from Ukrainian):
Flow, my mighty river
From ancient times
I hear those voices
With forgotten words
Deep inside my veins
When a close my eyes
I hear the neighing of horses
I hear the clash of swords
On the red shores
An endless crowd is standing.
Sea of eyes
Is silently looking at me.
There is the only gap among them -
That place is mine.
CHORUS (Ukrainian):
Течи, річенька, течи
У моїх долонях!
Течи, річенька, течи
По гострих мечах!
Стоїть Земля-мати
Та й на наших конях.
Стоїть небо синє
На наших плечах.
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9. |
Freedom or Death
06:07
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Freedom or Death
Music & lyrics by CHUR, edited by Ar (Heather Wasteland) and Keith Fay (Cruachan)
This smoke is so sweet!
This city is on fire.
We see the beheaded beast
Of the slave traders’ empire.
They thought they were so rich.
They bought half of the world.
Our women turned to their gold
But brought to them our swords.
No prisoners, no slaves.
Red rivers on the streets.
This city is a grave
As it has to be.
Freedom or death!
There are no slaves in paradise.
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10. |
Outro - Steppe Heat
06:06
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