Белый туман - сонная пыль
Ты - призрак поздней весны
Всплохи утра, блики грозы
Яркая молодь травы
Серым дождём, чёрным ручьём
Ты пробежишь по лугам
Раненым зверем умрешь и уснёшь
Пепельным камнем в земле
Белый туман - сонная пыль
Голос забытых времён
Лапы веков, жвалы эпох
Вечности бесцветный сонм
Короток год, и́звечен миг:
В звёздных полях есть огонь
Ты посмотри на ку́пола лик
На карту далёких миров
Скинь пелену - грёз всех вуаль
Выдохни сонную пыль
Слышишь, как духи считают шаги?
Дышит зелёная марь
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English translation:
White mist - sleeping dust
You’re the ghost of a late spring
Flashes of the morning, glares of a thunderstorm
The bright young of the grasses
Like a gray rain, a black spring
You’ll run through the meadows
Like a wounded beast you’ll die and you’ll sleep
Like an ashen stone in the earth
White mist - sleeping dust
The voice of forgotten times
Paws of the centuries, mandibles of the ages
Eternity’s colorless host
The year is short, but the moment is ageless:
There is a fire in the field of stars
Look at the face of the dome,
The map of the distant worlds
Throw down the shroud - a veil of all daydreams
Breath out the sleeping dust
Do you hear the spirits counting the steps?
The green marsh is breathing
credits
from Sylvan Coven,
released October 1, 2021
Music & Lyrics by George Gabrielyan
English translation by Vitaliy Bedokur
supported by 96 fans who also own “The Mist of Sleep”
What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
supported by 89 fans who also own “The Mist of Sleep”
Blackbraid quickly followed up their 2022 debut in 2023 with more native folk infused furious black metal. This is by no means a sophomore slump as it is equally excellent, methodical, melodical, and approachable as the first record. 9/10 RJ
supported by 85 fans who also own “The Mist of Sleep”
NONE a opéré un virage dans Where Life Should Be et ça se confirme davantage dans Damp Chill of Life. Le temps des métaphores est révolu : l'humidité froide, c'est celle des larmes qui coulent sur le visage à cause de la dépression. Tout pleure dans cet album : les guitares typées DSBM grésillent, les solos ("The Damp Chill of Life", "It's Painless To Let Go") sont liquides et coulent, les voix prennent à la gorge ; même le piano, étranglé par les sanglots ("Cease"), est aphone. Insoutenable... Jordan Vauvert