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As the first autumn wind blows there comes a howl on the wind, a cold chill from Ukraine known as Eskapism. Hailing from a place I have come to love for their black metal prowess, Eskapism echoes through the dank, dark halls of my crypt, resonating out into the lands abound, wailing across the plains like a wraith. This week we listen to Ancient Songs Of The Wind, an eight track gale that will leave you clamoring for warmth as it leaves your body wracked with hoarfrost and wind scars. As that sweet, sweet album art implies, this is a mountainous release, one to be weathered and scaled by those familiar to the blackened trees that await, yet those that reach that dark peak will hear the ancient song of the wind and see the lost land. As I am a sucker for birds and the freedom they possess, the first track Revival starts simple yet rises and soars through the air, changing pace at 5:40 to lull you back in with a beautiful atmospheric portion before shattering the sky at 6:30 with the a wail and riveting guitar work before coming to a close. Moving onto our showcase trask, The Last Words Of The Wind, Eskapism kicks it off and keeps a wicked pace throughout until 2:25 when a howl transforms the track, strings stirring the air, with spoken words to follow building into a return to pace at 3:52 yet at 4:32 it morphs, swelling and surging into a magnificent end to one powerful track. Autumn Sorrow (which is really the song of the day) starts off with a whimsical wind and tune before beginning the sorrow song at 1:12 until 5:43 when it really sets in with weight and wonder through the end. The Cold Breath Of North is a furious incarnation, a damnable blizzard of a track. Survive from 1:46 to 2:55 and you might as well be a frost fiend for doing so. Next, Dead Willow kicks off with a mighty beginning in both vocals and instruments immediately pulling you in for a listen. When you get to 1:23 (and you will) then steel yourself for what lays ahead as these wood wraiths lure you in with even more impressive work until 3:06 when it surges and grows even stronger. Yep, 7:20 of a wild ride. After surviving that track it's no wonder we end up in a Lost Land. I don't care what you do but listen to this piece. Hands down it will hook you, swallow you like a maelstrom, shatter your body and have you crawling back for more. Make it until 5:24 and then... JUST LET IT GO! /,,/ (Cheat and go to 6:32 if you really want the goods). One of the most astounding parts of the entire album and that scream at 7:27 is epic /,,/. Yeah, I know, this album is something else and by this point I am amazed you made it but we still have two more to go and you can't quit now. De Planctu Naturae (The Complaint of Nature) is an unfamiliar term to me yet, as usual, the clever Metal artists once again teach me something new. If you are intrigued about the origin then do like into it. This piece contains the last amount of thundering weight before calming and dissipating with Wind From Niflheim. Oddly, Niflheim is a word I do so recognize being enthralled by the old Norse ways and tales. It is a fitting, frigid track to leave on with such a powerful album, showing the creativity and ability of this artist. Well, now that we are all properly exhausted by Eskapism, it is time we let this week be owned by Ancient Songs Of The Wind, carrying the words and wisdom of old to help guide us through these chaotic times. Travel fare, soar strongly, and fly mad this week. /,,/ https://eskapism.bandcamp.com/album/ancient-songs-of-the-wind  The Last Words Of The Wind Eng: Cold wind is touching the face In high mountings, where the heals are up to the sky What is he waiting for? What is he looking for? Rising above and rumb down. The brunches whisper, and fly between leaves, And silently lay down on grass Wind totally won’t have any rest anymore He want to say something, but will we hear it? Do you hear that whisper of hoary antiquity? The truth is in it, the verity’s near Only sky and wind remember now The evil times… Do you accept the words said by wind? Is your heart beating faster? Do you see your reality? Or you only exist every day and your consciousness is in the filth? Or you’ve lost your knowledge for ages and now can only live in a sorrow? Original: Останні Слова Вітра Вітер холодний обличчя торкає, У горах високих, де гори до хмар Чого він чекає? Що він шукає? Здіймається вище, та рине у схил То гілля шевелить, між листям летить, То тихо влягається серед трави.. Немає спокою йому назавжди, Щось хоче сказати, чи почуємо ми? Де вітер холодний обличчя торкає, У горах високих, де гори до хмар Чого він чекає? Що він шукає? Здіймається вище, та знову рине у схил Чи чуєш ти шепіт із сивих давен? У шепоті правда, та істина поруч Лиш небо та вітер тепер пам’ятають Годину лихую.. Чи приймаєш слова, які вітер говорить? Чи пришвидшилось серця биття? Чи бачиш ти реалії свої? Чи ти лиш існуєш щодня і свідомість твоя у болоті? Чи на віки вже втратив знання і лиш можеш жити в скорботі?
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