From the recording OLD BLOOD RISING

A mystical Slavic-Nordic folk journey through cold rain, moonlit forests and ancient northern landscapes. Fast folk drums, melodic lute, emotional violins and cinematic cello carry warm bard vocals and delicate female singing through stories of forgotten kings, old gods and frozen rivers. Atmospheric cinematic folk music filled with winter, memory and the timeless spirit of the North.

Lyrics

Cold rain
Dark sky
Northern rivers rolling by

White trees
Cold flame
Still remembering every name

Old roads
Black stone
Hear the old gods calling home

Deep woods
Night air
Ancient shadows everywhere

Moonlight
Wild storm
Frozen branches sharply torn

Old kings
Lost thrones
Sleeping deep beneath the stones

North wind
Dark sea
Winter breathing through the trees

Cold fire
White snow
Feel the ancient rivers flow

Soft light
Cold rain
Silver stars above the plain

Still rivers
Dark ground
Hear forgotten voices now

White sky
Slow fire
Northern forests growing higher

Old dreams
Moon glow
Hidden deep beneath the snow

Cold rain
Dark sky
Northern rivers rolling by

White trees
Cold flame
Still remembering every name

Old roads
Black stone
Hear the old gods calling home

Deep woods
Night air
Ancient shadows everywhere