Metal Monday LXVII - Breath of Cold Black Soil

6/5/2017

It was actually quite some time ago that I heard the whispers of Drudkh. The tale of some powerful wood wraiths hailing from the Ukraine. Now that I have devoted much time to this subject, I turned my attention back to these voices, this radiant power from across the world. This album was the first I had heard at the time, this song being the foremost enchantment ushered upon my ears. As a whole, this album is massive in tone and form. It grips you, envelopes you with crushing darkness and wild sensations. As such, I was hard pressed to choose a track but decided on this because I knew it so well. It held an ancient power, as does the very artist. Prepare yourself, with this select song, for future installments from this Metal tree beast are yet to come.

Мертва чорна вода
ще спить під товщею криги,
бліде холодне сонце
ще не дарує тепло.

Вітер,
що приносить з собою
холодний запах весни,
нещадно кидає в небо
чорне гілля,
таке понуре,
ламке
пригинає його
до потемнілого талого снігу.

Ще один оберт
вічного колеса,
ще одна зграя птахів
вертається на північ,
ще одного життя
подих.

(English Translation)
Dead black water
still asleep under a layer of ice,
cold pale sun,
not yet giving warm.

Wind,
that brings
cold smell of spring,
mercilessly throws in the sky
black branches,
a dull,
brittle
it pryhynaye(?)
darkened to melting snow

Another revolution
eternal wheel
Another flock of birds
turns north
another life
breath

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)