Besna - Revúca (Official Lyric Video)

Album: Zverstvá
Release: 11.03.2022 digital, CD and Vinyl
Pre-Order album - Bandcamp: https://besna.bandcamp.com/album/zverstv
Artist: Besna
Genre: Post-Black Metal

Credits:
Video produced by: Dominik Kopec https://www.dominikkopec.com/

Music recorded and produced by Jakub Hríbik & Jakub Spiszak at PULP Studio, Bratislava
Mixed and mastered by Jakub Tirčo
Artwork and design by Tomáš Paulen

Bandcamp: https://besna.bandcamp.com/
Facebook:   / besnaband  
Instagram:   / besna.band  
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6ObFK...

Lyrics (ENG below):

V prílive snov na svetlo dní jarných
Do zejúcich temnôt medz ohne i ľady
Hrsť zeme z hlbín, kde rodí sa zloba
Splodená z hnijúcej zdochliny mŕtveho boha

Sám - nájsť - pre svoj ľud čas
Krajina jaziev - mapa krás
Tvoj - svet - ak má rannou rosou sa stať
A keď odídeš, odíde za tebou
Na vlnách večnosti sčerenou...

Letokruh veľduba - zástupy životov
Nemenné eóny cyklickej podoby
A keď božstvá raz odhrnú kôru z pní pod machom
Sotva pretrvá vyprahlá spomienka
Dnes pyšne z plných pľúc revúca

Vreteno hadov na prsiach Živy
Chradneme s lživými modlami na konci zimy
Neznajúc vlastnej matere, sťa Turčín Poničan
Sťa podoba Moreny - s príchodom jari zhoríme s nimi

Sám - nájsť - pre svoj ľud čas
Krajina jaziev - mapa krás
Tvoj - svet - ak má rannou rosou sa stať
A keď odídeš, odíde za tebou
Na vlnách večnosti sčerenou…
hladinou!

V plameňoch revúca

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ENG: Wailing

In deluge of dreams, onto the light of spring days
Into the gaping darkness, between the fire and ice,
A handful of soil from the depths, where malice is born,
Conceived from the putrid corpse of a dead god

Alone - to find - time for your kin
Territory of scars - a map of grandeur
Your - world - if only just a morning dew
And as you disappear, so it does with you
But a ripple on the waves of eternity

Growth ring on the tree of life - leagues of lifetimes
Unchanging eons of cyclic forms
And when the gods peel off the bark underneath the moss
Hardly they’ll notice a barren memory
Wailing today at the top of her lungs

A nest of serpents on Živa’s chest
We wither with fake idols at the winter’s end
Not knowing our own mother, like Turčín Poničan
Like the idol of Morena - with the arrival of spring we’ll burn up with the rest of them


Alone - to find - time for your kin
Territory of scars - a map of grandeur
Your - world - if only just a morning dew
And as you disappear, so it does with you
But a ripple on the waves of eternity

Wailing in the flames