The long-awaited album of MOLOTH’s mystical twin – Whisper of Runes – is finally available! Several years of recording are behind us and the Voice of Green Flash sounds for those who are able to hear it!
The history of this album goes back to restless 2014, when Templum Victoriae was published and the creative impulse was in search for new horizons and guiding lines.
And we found them. They were Myths and Spirits of Old Europe described by Otto Rahn in his significant work called «The Court of Lucifer». The lyrics of the Grail and Minnesang (these tracks form a single semantic canvas) tell the story of loss and discovery of the mystical Grail, the philosopher’s stone of Eternal Tradition standing in the center of all our Worldview. These two works were written by Alexey together with Kjarval – the friend we made in Ukraine.
The following tracks (except for the last two covers) were created based on the Boris Kaldrad’s works: he handed over his own lyrics especially for this goal back in 2015. He wanted it to be embodied in WJ projects, as well as in the book of poetry, which will definitely be published in the future. This part of Boris’s legacy comes from the period when the poetry that formed the basis of Nagelreid album was created, and in its style they are counterparts, but it was dedicated not to the War and the Fall of European worldview into the abyss of desert religion, instead it was dedicated to mystics of Grail and Love, of that Minn, about whom this whole album, is.
He’s the spear-bearing Man of Triumph of the Will.
He searches for the Holy Grail.
He conquers everything, he has no limit.
He’s Free and even then when he’s in bonds.
He discovers, comprehends and conquers.
She keeps the Fire of the Destination.
It haunts him and beckons to.
He won’t let down her heart’s Desire.
He’ll find, he’ll achieve, he’ll deliver
Her hopes to the Holy Altar.
That’s how they’ll make their dream come true.
Love chased them down.
They won’t be broken by the hassle.
They went through this Time of Pain with smile on their faces.
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Lyrics
Grail
The sorrowful kingdom is breathing with woe,
(Under feet of the Pure ones)
Where sky is inhaling the rigorous thunders,
Vermillion morning, begotten by dawn
(Tears of bloody Pyrenees)
With frosty swordcut in hands of the sunrise.
And fathomless roaring is shaking the rocks,
(Voice in blood from the ages)
Illusion of matter will burn in the fire,
And Montsegur is insanely bloody…
(Essence metamorphoses)
Flash… The visions of past…
Emerald ray leads to forbears’ land,
Pillar of Temple that keeps solar essence,
First principles, lives come to end…
Wandering to comprehend.
Heart of the cave – way to center of world,
Solar God’s stone holds our hope in ascension,
Meanings that common men never behold,
You must forget what you’ve learnt.
In secret deeps of sacred caves,
In grimness of the odd dead dreams,
The lord of mists with Grail and Spear
Is coming from the darkest spheres.
Two lightnings penetrate the maille
At inexistent sleepless night,
And frosty blizzard takes my corpse,
Rays of my soul will never shine.
I swear, I see the light of stones,
And trace of Lancers burns on them.
Endura of sharp-stinged snakes
Is piercing frost of forest trails.
My anger shakes the walls of church,
And revelation comes to me:
I am a scream in your dead souls,
I breath with wind of empty words.
I am a sign in ancient cave,
I am a raven’s scream at dawn,
And when my spirit has been drained,
I found treasure in the tomb.
I pass penumbra from the dark,
The mountain fog has filled my soul,
The sacred spirits sing with me,
I am the enemy of world.
Two lightnings penetrate the maille,
I swear, I see the light of stones,
I am a sign in ancient cave,
Endura of sharp-stinged snakes.
I’ve found treasure in the tomb
And turned to Titan in the rocks.
The revelation came from dreams,
I am the scream in your dead souls.
The soul crystal is in me:
The pagan, seeker, heretic.
Minnesang
We’ll return to the polar ice
In the bliss of pre-dawn dream.
I will rise from the shadows to skies,
Blazing trace shall enlighten me.
You who cast tribulation on bones,
You who burn human flesh in bonfires,
Death will be my eternal throne,
You will fall, Demiurge of lies!
We’ll descend under polar ice,
When the notes of our songs will be gone.
We will burn in the fire divine,
Or the world will be burnt to the core.
Where morning begets paradise –
Feeble cry in forgotten caves.
You’ll devour the world, it will die!
Knife of tattered threads, Weaver of the Fates.
Secret kingdom of heresy,
– What if our altar is cleaved?
Scream of faded songs evanesce…
– Maybe guardians are all dead?
Ray will guide us beyond polar holes…
– Rebel and God.
When the moment will last evermore.
But I swore on my blood to preserve
The forgotten splendour of glory.
My castle is high and retains the light
Of restless and burning heart.
Roses will never bloom again
On the graves, where Purity sleeps.
Thorny scions will crown our heads,
And His reign will come to an end.
You who cast tribulation on bones,
You who burn human flesh in bonfires,
I’ll inhale stardust of evermore,
You will fall, Demiurge of lies!
We’ll descend under polar ice,
We have nothing to sing anymore.
We will burn in the fire divine,
Or the world will be burnt to the core.
Our altar is broken, so what?
And the guardians haven’t survive.
You’ll devour the world, it will die!
Song of Minnesang, words of pure Love.
Light of Lucifer
Encounter has been destined by Fate.
They came together, holding wisdom of the epochs.
Dust of oblivion was settling under feet,
Experience was flowing through the eons.
They gained Might and didn’t cut the Golden Cord:
The vibrant string of lives matured and got strong.
Their Wave was spreading far with sacred chords,
And motives Old and New came to the world.
Their rivers have been filled with clear waters,
Their waterways pervade the darkest ages,
From past to Farthest of the Farthest Valleys.
They took their Destinies under their own control,
And only they can hear silent sacral motive,
And Mighty Sprouts grew from the pain of Souls.
And Mighty Sprouts grew from the pain of Souls.
They didn’t find surprises in this world,
And they inhaled the Ether at the dawn
To turn chaotic sounds into Song.
The Legend of the Wars connected epochs,
They wrote their story by the sacred blood,
And they were Burning with eternal Passion
In fierce and devastating deadly Fight.
To meet each other, never be apart,
To save the Song from silence of the death!
It’s destined to fly above the Abysses!
They have denied all separating whims,
Their sounds are in perfect unison,
And hands are bound with unity of blood.
And hands are bound with unity of blood,
Trajectories of Stars are known to them.
They have been knit together by the Doom
And won’t be separated by the death.
They’ll never fall like miserable slaves,
They overcame all Evil of the fates.
The torrent of their river is too strong,
And gravitation has no power anymore!
Their thoughts and feelings are forever loyal,
They always draw refreshment in the fire
And don’t find inspiration in the wine!
They are as self-sufficient as the skies,
They don’t need other Sources in their lives.
Their unity is forged in ruthless Fights!
Their unity is forged in ruthless Fights:
They climbed the peaks and walked through sharpest blades,
And weren’t scared by pathetic screams:
The crowd moaned, but they walked their way.
They used to laugh at faces of the bloody tyrants,
They sneered at Doom and promises of pain.
And their Spirit won’t be vulnerably old,
It’s always High in anything that’s big or small.
And they were burning in Refreshing Fire,
And Resurrected time and time again.
They never lose when giving anything away.
Their Names are always heard in Winds of Freedom,
Their lives will not be limited to Dreams.
You are the Priestess of the Sun, Divine and Free.
You are the Priestess of the Sun, Divine and Free.
You lead the way for ones who have been lost in hopes,
You wake the wanderers who fell asleep
And fill the emptiness of Hearts with vital force.
You grant the coolness when the heat runs high,
You give the Flame when frost immobilizes.
And one who fell will gain strength and shall arise:
Your Fire banishes despair and vitalizes.
You live with patience, self-control, and hope,
Your deepest feelings flow in rare tears
That are as pure as Ice of Highest Snowy Peaks.
They give enlightenment through inner Pain
And grant the might to overcome a grief.
He is a Spearman of Triumph of the Will.
He is a Spearman of Triumph of the Will.
He searches for divine and holy Grail,
And he conquers infinity with purifying steel,
Impossible to put him under lock and key.
Discoverer, conceiver and conqueror.
And she preserves the flame of tragic Fates.
It always makes him restless and pervades,
And calling of her heart won’t fade in shades.
He’ll find, conquer and deliver
The treasure to the altar of her hopes:
Their dreams will be fulfilled in earthly world.
They fell in love with Triumph of the Will
And won’t be broken by the world of barricades.
They overpassed the Epochs of the bitter Pain.
They overpassed the Epochs of the bitter Pain
And spared no efforts in eternal fight.
Excruciating storms have thrown them far away,
But they have never craved for peace of mind.
They’re always ready for the final sacrifice
And won’t betray the loyalty of their feelings.
Inseparableness leads to eternal life,
They will avoid insanity and meaninglessness.
And passing flings will never break their will.
Their passion won’t be ever drained away,
The Altar of Predestination lights their way.
Immortal nature feeds their burning souls,
And blaze of their Youth will not decay,
And they will fly above Infinity of Freedom.
Above the Infinity of Freedom
And they will fly above Infinity of Freedom.
Their wings will not be moistened by the Storms.
The Choir of Northern Winds will sing with them,
They leave routine and commonness below.
Horizon sings to them about Higher Motives,
They sing along with Passion and Eternal Love.
They stand together, loyal and devoted.
They have their own Knowledge, Melody, and Thoughts.
They fly from Heart to Heart, from Soul to Soul:
Uplifting motive spreads across the world,
And whirlwind of their passion breaks the walls.
They washed their faces with the stellar rains,
Two drops of blood have merged on their bed.
They overpassed, matured, and achieved.
They overpassed, matured, and achieved.
Their Sail soaked Temper of the Northern Winds.
It’s not constrained by the chains of grief,
And they have everything that they may ever wish:
The same Worldview, the Sense of Hearing, and Thoughts.
The sunrise greets them by the wing of dawn.
It doesn’t hide its colors from their eyes.
The number of their roads, difficult to count.
But only One way is enough for them to follow
Among the seas that have devoured Mountain Peaks.
Their ship is different, different than any other ships!
Its capabilities will never be exhausted,
And common standards can’t be used to judge their deeds.
They didn’t vanish, didn’t flee, were never broken!
They didn’t vanish, didn’t flee, were never broken
And saved their past for Generations that will come.
They find relief in their sheltered harbor, a safe hideout.
They didn’t flee or turn into the shades of sorrow
Or faceless slaves of filthy, worthless human flock.
They didn’t listen to the muttering of rumors,
And everything they lost will be got back.
They aimed waves at mighty rocks and fierceful torrents,
And raging wind was blowing hard in their faces.
It didn’t strike them with dismay or break their passion!
They cling together, when the life is hard,
And won’t betray the loyalty of their Love.
They stood together, being forced to be apart.
He resisted
They stood together, being forced to be apart,
Their feelings formed their own Universe.
It gave its treasures right into their hands,
When they got married among the Chaos.
Where Loyalty and Dedication are forgotten,
And Air is corrupted with a putrid smell,
There is a Swamp of Times instead of striving,
And Honesty has been replaced with lusty spells!
They built their Citadel away from deadly lands,
Among the Winds and Seas, there are no strangers there,
Away from lustful thoughts of common human herd!
There’s no more wanderers in Forests and in distant lands,
But World of Innocence has been created.
All Summits, Depths, and Heights are now in their hands!
All Summits, Depths, and Heights are now in their hands!
There are no shadows in the rays of the Sun,
And they are borne away by everlasting game,
They have a breath of life in their burning hearts.
They have their Goals, their Passages, and Bridges,
Ferocious torrents, fathomless vast waters.
And skies are endless right above their heads,
There’s no more devastating, vile emotions.
Their Sails are always filled with fair Winds,
And Bowstrings of their bows are always strained.
Their stirrups wait for Journeys far away,
No evilbringing comets strike them on their sacral way.
They are not feared by the doom of fates,
They celebrate the morning and its shining rays.
They radiate eternal energy of birth,
Conscience won’t be stained by defiling filth.
Their Wings, their Feelings, and Devotions!
Their ship embraced infinity, something that never existed.
Where everyone gave up, He resisted!
Shining
The fire of their Hearts will not decay,
And Time will only strengthen their burning temper.
He gives them drink of Purifying Strength,
Rejecting everything that contradicts their essence.
To make their river flow towards horizon,
To make their Sails inhale the Vast Expanses.
Where Mountains of their Passion glow in abyss
For infinite and Farthest of the Farthest Valleys.
For infinite and Farthest of the Farthest Valleys,
For Forces, overpassing waste of separation,
And Bows are strained to discharge the arrows.
And they will fill the sacred Cup on Midday Altar
To drink the beverage of Gods and overthrow the death.
Encounter has been destined by Fate.
Encounter has been destined by Fate,
And Mighty Sprouts grew from the pain of Souls,
And hands are bound with unity of blood.
Their unity is forged in ruthless Fights!
You are the Priestess of the Sun, Divine and Free,
He is a Spearman of Triumph of the Will.
They overpassed the Epochs of the bitter Pain,
And they will fly above Infinity of Freedom!
They overcame, matured, and achieved,
They didn’t vanish, didn’t flee, were never broken!
They stood together, being forced to be apart.
All Summits, Depths, and Heights are now in their hands!
Their Sails are always filled with fair Winds.
The fire of their Hearts will not decay.
(In the memory of Boris Kaldrad, who entered the world of Gods on April 27, 2019)
