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Новы кліп ад Withered Land на песню Through the Winterhold's Blizzard выглядае вельмі добра і дынамічна і гучыць гэтак жа - якасны беларускі чорны метал з жаночым вакалам.
Такое мы слухаем🔥😼🤘

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... 𝐸𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ... 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 ...
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#BlackMetalMonday

🇩🇪 "Ein narbenartiges Irrlicht (weiße Frau vom Ebersberger Forst)" von Annelieses Zerstörung unter gefrorenen Monden (AZugM)
#BlackMetal #Neofolk #DungeonSynth

🇬🇧 #BlackenedNeofolk song (scroll down for translation of the lyrics)

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Viele Jahre hatt' ich einen Traum, bitter und süß
Im Ebersberger Forst fand ich menschliche Schädel
Abgesägte Flinten sind des Wilderers Werkzeug
Jeder jagt jeden, zum Schluß sind alle tot

Die weiße Frau sprach zu mir "Fürchte dir nur!
Ich habe weder Botschaft noch Auftrag für dich
Ich lebe in den Kinderreimen und die Kinder in den Bäumen
Und wenn du dich schlafen legst wirst du ...
... wirst du ... von ihnen träumen

Weiße Frau, brich den Fluch ...
Schenk' mir Trost in deinem Spinnwebenkopftuch
Ein Mikroepos von Verdammnis und Erlösung
Der Traum vom Ebersberger Forst:
Ein narbenartiges Irrlicht

Als der Tag anbrach, war es in der Kapelle kalt
Ein Geruch von Weihrauch, Brotkrumen hier und dort
Sie sprach "Eines Tages seh'n wir uns vielleicht wieder
Bitte schreib' mir Briefe, doch erwart' keine Antwort "

Helle Narben sind mein Schmuck seither
Neue Kerben im abgesägten Gewehr
Nicht mehr gequält von samsaesken Träumen
Seh' nur noch hin und wieder Kinder in den Bäumen

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"A scar-like ghost light (white woman of the Ebersberg forest)"

Many years I had a dream, bitter and sweet
In the Ebersberg forest I found human skulls
Sawed-off rifles are the poacher's tool
Everyone hunts everyone, in the end they're all dead

The white woman spoke to me: "Be afraid!
I have neither a message nor an assignment for you
I live in the nursery rhymes and the children live in the trees
And if you lay down to sleep you will ... you will ... dream about them"

White woman, break the curse ...
Give me solace in your head scarf made of spider webs
A micro epic of perdition and salvation
The dream of the Ebersberg forest:
A scar-like ghost light

When the dawn came, it was cold in the chapel
A scent of incense, bread crumbs here and there
She said "One day we might meet again
Please write me letters but don't expect an answer"

Bright scars are my jewelry since then
New notches in the sawed-off rifle
No longer pained by samsaesque dreams
Just now and then I see children in the trees

00:00/04:47
With Dies Irae, Faidra delivers a liturgical descent into despair, an EP soaked in ash, incense, and ritual fire. This isn’t black metal that claws outward in rage; this is music that sinks inward, collapsing into a void of spiritual solemnity. It’s austere, deliberate, and hauntingly ceremonial.

The opening track, Dies Irae, is a masterclass in oppressive atmosphere. It moves like a slow burning funeral pyre, carried by chanted vocals that feel less sung and more conjured. These aren't just melodies; they're mantras, whispered and droned from deep within some forgotten tomb. The result is not just sonic, it's spiritual. The guitars hum like a dirge, the percussion beats like ancient war drums echoing through a sacred catacomb.

What makes Dies Irae unique is its refusal to conform to the typical black metal chaos. Faidra has crafted something more ritualistic and monastic and a meditation on death and judgment that evokes awe rather than fury. It’s the sound of a black mass held in the ruins of a ziggurat. It’s reverence in decay.

If traditional black metal is rebellion, Dies Irae is penance.

5/5

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