Arkona

Album's info:
Release date: 25.04.2014

track-list:

1. Zarozhdenie
2. Na strazhe novyh let
3. Serbia
4. Zov pustyh dereven'
5. Gorod snov
6. Ved'ma
7. Chado indigo
8. Yav'
9. V ob'jat'jah kramoly

Album was recorded at CDM Records studio (Moscow sound) (June 2013 - October 2013)
Produced by Sergei "Lazar" and Masha "Scream"
Mixing & mastering: Sergei "Lazar" (January 2014)
Music & Lyrics: Masha "Scream", except "Zov pustyh dereven'" - music by Masha "Scream" and Sergei "Lazar"; "Ved'ma" - lyrics by Thomas Väänänen (translating by Masha "Scream")

Featuring:
Masha "Scream" - vocals, keyboards
Sergei "Lazar" - guitars, acoustic guitars
Ruslan "Kniaz" - bass
Vladimir "Volk" - gaita gallega, blockflute, tin whistle, low whistle, sopilka
Vlad "Artist" - drums (1-6)
Andrei Ischenko - drums (7-9)
Thomas Väänänen (ex-Thyrfing) - vocals (6)
Olli Vänskä (Turisas) - violin (4)
Aleksey "Master Alafern" (Sviatogor, Thunderkraft, Triglav, Quintessence Mystica) - violin (1,2, 5-8)
Vika "Vkgoeswild" Yermolyeva - piano (7)
Radimir - monologue (7)

Artwork and design: Gyula Havancsák (Hjules Illustration and Design)
Photo by Greg Shanta
Poetic translation of lyrics into English by Sergey AR Pavlov

We would like to express our gratitude to all of our friends, parents, colleagues, and everyone without whose support this album couldn't been released. Thanks a lot to all of you for being with us constantly!


Quindi ora è chiaro anche come hanno organizzato lo split tra i due batteristi

P.S: pare non ci siano brani tradizionali a 'sto giro

P.P.S: Väänänen

 

Lyrics: Masha "Scream", translation into English by Sergey AR Pavlov, Artwork and design: Gyula Havancsák

1. Zarozhdenie (Origination)

On the empty unbounded heights,
Where the departed souls rest,
Haze was lit up for Life Ancestor
In the form of the original light.

‘long the path through the limitless aeons,
Passing the dormant spangles of gleam,
Light’d lit up the primordial dark dawns,
In the divine image with an ardent beam.

The issue of Life Creator
Is the death for the birth’s sake.
His child is in Via Lactea’s embraces
Of the Hall’s stellar spheres.

In the time’s source,
In the dark we were sprung,
In Sol’s Bed ‘mong the Orbs,
By the occulting Sun,
In Two-World’s womb,
We’re an issue of Sundown and Dawn.

An ardent eye,
Having burst, eclipsed the light,
Singed the tower
With the voice of thunder-blast,
In the Ocean-Sea
Mother-Earth is shown,
And the Divine Hand,
Having twisted the waist –
And Two-Faced Shrine,
Gazing from the sky,
‘s given Light and Dark
To the winds of fire.

In the aeonian void
World was born by Haze,
Being made in fire,
On a cloth of black.

Woven of the skin
Of the divine face,
Maybe by Vles' thread,
Or the flesh of dead?

Created by the Sun and the Ocean-Sea deep.
From Thy womb Kin-God Rod appeared.

The one who gave Origination
To the Earth.

Origination of this life.

The one who sways the Universe’s lot, is mute,
For the offsprings born under the ice, in water, or
From the Biped Beast’s womb, for those who we are!
From the outside
Origination has come,
By the divine hand, in the world of Light and Dark.

Your palm of hand is like a child’s cradle,
Swinging a transient life’s long round dance –
The end – the new commencement’s creation –
Whirls the aeons without our Kin’s end.

On the age’s fall
Human being was made,
Founding this world
From living graves.
Through the epochs’ trail,
Having killed ourselves,
The Universe’ll hear Origination’s breath
Again.

 

L'attesa mi ucciderà.

 

a me no, sto comunque ascoltando gli Arkona a casa e sono sicuro che il disco YAV colpirà nel segno come i dischi precedenti

 

slovo....

 

Ustia, stanno postando a raffica i testi di Yav sulla loro pagina fb affiancati da splendide illustrazioni

Anticipazione (Spoiler)

 

madonna che belle.....

 

scusate l'ignoranza ma la parola yav cosa significa?

 

Realtà

 

Esatto Явь > Yav > Realtà (almeno, stando ai vari traduttori )

 

Lyrics: Masha "Scream", translation into English by Sergey AR Pavlov, Artwork: Gyula Havancsák

3. Serbia

Serbia, Mother the Great!
Thee, closing Thy wounds, cast the glance
To the world with blood tears of Thy fate.
Serbia! ‘gainst foes Thou art up to strive
And hearten up, having neglected Thy fall,
Given rest to the dead, and a flag to alive!

Here my brethren’s hand palm is spread,
Here’s a dropped tear on the chest.
Here a veil is drawn by the shades of the dead
On the wounded Heart of the Earth.

Serbia!

Serbia! Quite so! Thou art a sister o’mine!
Thou art on the silent graves’ land
Of Thy sons – for Thy sake who died.
Serbia! I solemnly speak with my woe,
The fire of death-bringing centuries waned!
We honour dead ashes and living pain.

Serbia!

Сербия

Сербия, Велика Мать!
Ты, раны залатав, бросаешь взор –
Кровавою слезой ты зришь на мир.
Сербия! Ты в силах устоять
И заново воспрять, забыв измор,
Усопшим дав покой и стяг – живым!

Здесь братиев моих распластана длань,
На грудь слезу обронив.
Здесь тени усопших рисуют вуаль
На раненом Сердце Земли.

Сербия!

Сербия, сестра моя!
Стоишь ты на земле немых могил,
Усопших за тебя сынов твоих.
Сербия! Реку, душой скорбя,
Веков, принесших смерть, огонь остыл!
Мы чтим усопших прах и боль живых.

Сербия!

Lyrics: Masha "Scream", translation into English by Sergey AR Pavlov, Artwork: Gyula Havancsák

2. Na strazhe novyh let (On Guard Of New Aeons)

The ones who passed in aeons, we are!
Those who are Divine-Born –
And we will die in divine arms!
In our life’s leaf fall,
In our dismal years womb,
We’ll leave the vain world.
The point of no return!

The ones who live in Yav’, we are
Those who’re loyal to a vow,
We are on guard of the new aeons.

Amongst storming dreams
With fever of poison
I carry on shoulders
A burden of my hefty bag.
My tears’ mirrors,
As the Pleiades,
In the Moon’s cradle
Light up my way.
My icy heart is beating as echoes
With the red river’s birth thirst:
And ready to die on the cross
The one, who can’t endure as erst.
We won’t see any honor
Of gods or ancestors,
Unless kill “the ideal” and live
With a small coin in the void.

Dying in time, with silence tears,
As shades we’ll wander o’er the world,
As ringing steel, with pain impaling our souls,
Thirsting for death, drain a blood bowl!

In the eyes’ tear drop
Milky Way is reflected.
For ever neglected –
We leave our awe.
Mantling flesh and bones
With a turquoise plaid,
Set off for evermore!

We’re lost till the time’s end!!!
Having turned to ashes again,
Which is left in the hands,
We follow the wind in the air.

Drops on our faces –
Lives which‘re spent.
As a shade in the dark spaces
We make charnel feasts again.

Covering gray bodies
With a turquoise plaid,
Following the Moon,
Without turning back,
We rush for the wind in the air!

The ones who live in Yav’, we are
Those who’re loyal to a vow,
We are on guard of the new aeons.

In the eyes’ tear drops
Milky Way is reflected.
For ever neglected –
We leave our fear,
Setting off for evermore!

The ones who passed to aeons, we are!
Those who are Divine-Born –
And in our every life’s leaf fall,
Those who’re loyal to a vow,
We are on guard of the new aeons.

На страже новых лет

Mы, ушедшие в века,
Рожденные Богами –
Усопнем в их руках!
И на исходе дней,
Во чреве сумных лет,
Покинем мир сует.
Назад дороги нет!

Мы - живые во Яви,
Хранившие обет
На страже новых лет.

Средь бушующих грез,
Да под жаром от яда,
Я несу на плечах
Груз пудовой сумы.
Зеркала моих слез,
Как Стожары-Плеяды
Освещают мой путь
В колыбели Луны.
Эхом бьет леденящее сердце
С жаждой рождения алой реки:
Кто не в силах стоять –
Тот готов умирать на кресте.
Не видать нам почести
Ни богов, ни праотцов,
Не убив "совершенство" и не выжив
За грош в пустоте.

В срок издыхая, слезами безмолвия,
Станем над миром мы тенью бродить,
Сталью звенящей, пронзая души болью,
С жаждой погибели крови испить!

В капле на глазах
Отражая млечность,
Оставляя страх,
Укрывая стан
Бирюзовым пледом,
Мы уходим в вечность.
Забытые в веках!

Мы потеряны в веках!!!
Вновь обернувшись пеплом,
Оставленным в руках,
Уходим вслед за ветром.

Капли на лице –
Прожитые жизни.
Тенью в темноте
Вновь свершаем тризны.

Укрывая серый стан
Бирюзовым пледом,
Не свернув с пути назад,
За Луною следом,
Уходим мы за ветром!

Мы, живые во Яви,
Хранившие обет
На страже новых лет.

В капле на глазах
Отражая млечность,
Оставляя страх,
Уходим в бесконечность.
Забытые в веках!

Мы, ушедшие в века,
Рожденные Богами.
И на исходе дней
Хранившие обет,
Мы здесь – на страже новых лет.

 

Questo è da lacrime.

 

grazie

sarà un piacere immergersi di nuovo nella realtà targata arkona

 

Cazz, stanno spoilerando alla grande

4. Zov pustyh dereven' (Empty Villages’ Call)

Empty villages’ call
Peers into my soul with silent blazing.
The past gaze’s ghost
Is caressed with fatigued eyeholes gazing.
Rotten gaols sweet fume
Is destined to swallow,
Give Earth-Mother the tears flood to consume,
Reach with hand the Celestial Marrow!

Empty villages’ call –
As stellar scattering at a fog lair,
Empty villages’ call –
With ringing echoes tortures my heart.
Empty villages’ call –
Drowsy place of the dead temple’s prayer.
Empty villages’ call
Is a secret’s calm guard.

The chilling chant
Wounds my heart in a downpour drop.
Deafening me in a dreams’
Silent slough.
With my fiery gaze
I burn to the ground
Opalescent light of my tears –
Lunar silvery shine.

Leaving footsteps, footsteps at night
Going to nowhere, from the world I escape!
Only light leaves tracks on my pathway. Light
Is left here in a new dawn’s shape.

Maybe in hundred aeons
I will rush headlong
Through the plains, raging roar of winds,
I’ll return as one who eternally lives
And I will stay alive.
And my shivery hand
Will touch the soil of the plain.
And I will feel again:

Empty villages’ call
Gnaws my soul in embraces of night.
The past gaze’s shade
I see in the glow of a thawed light.
I see flickers of lunar dust
In the forest crowns of grey,
Twinkling which will merge in own bonds
With the heart of the land of paternal graves.

Empty villages’ call –
In scattering stars of the lunar temple.
Empty villages’ call
Tortures my heart with madding rites.
Empty villages’ call
‘s kept in silence by fog guardians.
Empty villages’ call –
Secret of dead land hideouts.

Зов пустых деревень

Зов пустых деревень
Смотрит в душу огнями зарниц.
Взора прошлого тень
Глажу взглядом усталых глазниц.
Мне острогов гнилых
Сладкий запах глотать,
Слез рекой Землю-Мать опоить,
Дланью небо достать!

Зов пустых деревень –
Россыпью звезд в ложе тумана,
Зов пустых деревень –
Эхом звенящим сердце томит.
Зов пустых деревень –
Дремлющий стан мертвого храма.
Зов пустых деревень –
Немо в тиши тайну хранит.

Леденящая песнь
Ранит сердце мне в капле дождя.
В тихом омуте грез
Оглушая меня.
Огня взором своим
Я сжигаю дотла
Перламутровый свет моих слез –
Лунный блеск серебра.

След, след, след оставляя в ночь,
Уходя в никуда, убегаю с мира прочь!
Только свет, свет, свет в облике зари
Оставляет след на моем пути.

То ль чрез сто веков
Я, стремглав, пронесусь
Чрез равнины, беснующий рев ветров!
Я бессмертной вернусь
И останусь живой.
И холодной до дрожи рукой
Я к земле прикоснусь.
И почувствую вновь:

Зов пустых деревень
Гложет душу в объятьях ночи.
Взора прошлого тень
Вижу в зареве талой свечи.
Вижу я в кронах древ седых
Лунной пыли огни,
Что сольются в объятьях родных
С сердцем мертвой земли.

Зов пустых деревень –
В россыпи звезд лунного храма.
Зов пустых деревень –
Пьяной волшбою сердце томит.
Зов пустых деревень –
Немо хранят стражи тумана
Зов пустых деревень –
Тайну схронов мертвой земли

 

l'artwork deve essere una bomba.....