From the recording Where Silence Still Remains
Some songs are never forgotten. Even when every voice has fallen silent.
Driven by deep organic frame drums, expressive violins and the intertwined voices of Zorya and Vargrim, this Slavic and Nordic inspired folk song tells of memories carried through ancient forests, silent rivers and forgotten paths where nature itself preserves the echoes of those who came before.
Lyrics
Silence keeps the hidden fire
Morning climbs a little higher
Ashes breathe beneath the pine
Nothing says your name but mine
Still the old sky knows our song
Silence keeps the hidden fire
Morning climbs a little higher
Ashes breathe beneath the pine
Nothing says your name but mine
Still the old sky knows our song
Branches bend but never break
Frozen rivers slowly wake
Every stone recalls the flame
None of them remains the same
Still the old winds sing along
Ravens watch the falling light
Roots embrace the fading night
Broken echoes drift away
Yet the drums refuse to stay
Still the earth becomes our home
Silent rivers slowly rise
Hidden moons behind our eyes
Every road forgets its end
Still the ancient branches bend
Still the dark becomes the dawn