Call of the Forgotten Gods

At midnight hour the asphalt trembles,
And shadows draw an ancient sign.
Here the wind hides its viola,
Descending into primordial gloom.


We have forgotten the names of the forest lords,
Trading campfires for pale screens.
But through the concrete a wild cry will break,
Disturbing our slumbering wounds.
The glass is silent, but the dark forest whispers,
That the runes are hidden in the ice,
That there is no limit to the mysteries of heaven,
And an ancient pulse beats in steel bridges.

Припев
The call of forgotten gods cuts through the ether,
Shattering the familiar and proper world.
It is a storm in the blood, it is ash and ice,
He who hears their song — will step after them.
From deep lakes, from cold stones
The magic of lived days is resurrected.


Look for meaning in the streams of vanity,
But the truth hides in the roots of spruces.
Where spirits guard all the bridges
From our mechanical blizzards.
We build towers, we hide from the dark,
But Fenrir howls at the deaf doors.
And in every glance in the midst of winter
Slips a yearning for the fury of the seas.

Припев
The call of forgotten gods cuts through the ether,
Shattering the familiar and proper world.
It is a storm in the blood, it is ash and ice,
He who hears their song — will step after them.
From deep lakes, from cold stones
The magic of lived days is resurrected.


Throw off the masks, cast off the chains of numbers!
The myth is more alive than this emptiness.
In old fairy tales is the real meaning,
In old runes is power and a boundary.

Припев
The call of forgotten gods cuts through the ether,
Shattering the familiar and proper world.
It is a storm in the blood, it is ash and ice,
He who hears their song — will step after them.
From deep lakes, from cold stones
The magic of lived days is resurrected.


The wind has died down. But the spark is lit.
In the depth of hearts it sings.
The gods are here. They are not asleep.
The ancient shadows are watching...