WHISPER OF RUNES - GRAIL (video,2020)

For two years we have been preparing a global event in the history of the Scene of Eastern Europe: WHISPER OF RUNES has taken a new breath and inspiration beyond the usual boundaries of the genre of folk rock and accessible to understand the “heathen” theme, turning to those cultural and ideological codes that have been left for years without attention. Full release - The sorrowful kingdom is breathing with woe, (Under feet of the Pure ones) Where sky is inhaling the rigorous thunders, Vermillion morning, begotten by dawn (Tears of bloody Pyrenees) With frosty swordcut in hands of the sunrise. And fathomless roaring is shaking the rocks, (Voice in blood from the ages) Illusion of matter will burn in the fire, And Montsegur is insanely bloody… (Essence metamorphoses) Flash… The visions of past… Emerald ray leads to forbears’ land, Pillar of Temple that keeps solar essence, First principles, lives come to end… Wandering to comprehend. Heart of the cave – way to center of world, Solar God’s stone holds our hope in ascension, Meanings that common men never behold, You must forget what you’ve learnt. In secret deeps of sacred caves, In grimness of the odd dead dreams, The lord of mists with Grail and Spear Is coming from the darkest spheres. Two lightnings penetrate the maille At inexistent sleepless night, And frosty blizzard takes my corpse, Rays of my soul will never shine. I swear, I see the light of stones, And trace of Lancers burns on them. Endura of sharp-stinged snakes Is piercing frost of forest trails. My anger shakes the walls of church, And revelation comes to me: I am a scream in your dead souls, I breath with wind of empty words. I am a sign in ancient cave, I am a raven’s scream at dawn, And when my spirit has been drained, I found treasure in the tomb. I pass penumbra from the dark, The mountain fog has filled my soul, The sacred spirits sing with me, I am the enemy of world. Two lightnings penetrate the maille, I swear, I see the light of stones, I am a sign in ancient cave, Endura of sharp-stinged snakes. I’ve found treasure in the tomb And turned to Titan in the rocks. The revelation came from dreams, I am the scream in your dead souls. The soul crystal is in me: The pagan, seeker, heretic.