From the recording OLD BLOOD RISING
A dark Slavic-Nordic folk ritual driven by fast tribal drums, tagelharpa, haunting fiddle and raw male-female vocals. Run with the wolves through moonlit forests and storm-filled skies, following ancient blood, instinct and the untamed call of the wild. Hypnotic cinematic folk music blending pagan atmosphere, ritual chants and primal northern energy.
Lyrics
Run...
Run...
The night is open
The pines are black
The cold wind whispers
There is no turning back
Feet strike the earth
Blood wakes in bone
We leave the fire
We run alone
Do you hear them calling?
Do you feel them near?
No fear...
No fear...
Through the dark we follow
Through the teeth of fear
Run with the wolves tonight
Run where the old blood bites
Under the moon, under the storm
We are not weak
We were born from the wild
Run with the wolves
Blood in the dark
Cold in the lungs
Fire in the chest
No crown above us
No chain on the flesh
I hear the river
I hear the stones
The forest remembers
The names of our bones
Step after step
Breath after breath
The pack moves on
Beyond the edge of death
Do not slow
Do not break
Teeth of night
Heart awake
Run with the wolves tonight
Run where the old blood bites
Under the moon, under the storm
We are not weak
We were born from the wild
The forest breathes...
The old blood hears...
The wolf inside
Has waited for years
Wake the bone
Wake the flame
We are the runners
No one can tame
Run with the wolves tonight
Run where the old blood bites
Under the moon, under the storm
We are not weak
We were born from the wild
Run with the wolves
Run with the wolves