Странник (Folk)
metal folk, Celtic-Balkan fusion seamless blend of Irish, Scottish, Eastern European folk traditions, It's chamber, live, danceable, lyrical music rooted in earth, wind, ancient stories, The atmosphere is mysterious and earthy, Everything is imbued with spirit of ancestors, respect for cycles of nature, magic of everyday, The fiddle is leading melodic instrument: drawn-out, mournful melodies in ballads, The Irish bouzouki provides the rhythmic, harmonic foundation with distinctive, ringing timbre, The mandolin adds percussive clarity, bright arpeggios, The Celtic harp is used for lyrical introductions, melancholic interludes, creation of a fairytale aura, The acoustic guitar is used sparingly, offering soft fingerstyle accompaniments without dominance, The tin whistle offers gentle, piercing melody, like the voice of the wind, Irish wooden flute is warmer and more breathable than tin whistle, Uilleann pipes are not thunderous, but intimate and expressive, melodic, sad, nightmare
Странник (Folk)
metal folk, Celtic-Balkan fusion seamless blend of Irish, Scottish, Eastern European folk traditions, It's chamber, live, danceable, lyrical music rooted in earth, wind, ancient stories, The atmosphere is mysterious and earthy, Everything is imbued with spirit of ancestors, respect for cycles of nature, magic of everyday, The fiddle is leading melodic instrument: drawn-out, mournful melodies in ballads, The Irish bouzouki provides the rhythmic, harmonic foundation with distinctive, ringing timbre, The mandolin adds percussive clarity, bright arpeggios, The Celtic harp is used for lyrical introductions, melancholic interludes, creation of a fairytale aura, The acoustic guitar is used sparingly, offering soft fingerstyle accompaniments without dominance, The tin whistle offers gentle, piercing melody, like the voice of the wind, Irish wooden flute is warmer and more breathable than tin whistle, Uilleann pipes are not thunderous, but intimate and expressive, melodic, sad, nightmare
Lyrics
Сквозь страшный мрак, густой туман
По тропам древним странник шёл.
Лишь шёпот дУхов, ветвей капкан.
Вместо сокровищ он нашёл.
[Bridge]
Могучий дуб - лесной титан,
Корнями путает следы,
Легенды вовсе не обман,
Сокрыта тайна на пути.
[Chorus]
О, странник в тёмном лесу
Где надежды обращаются в прах,
И жизнь стоит на кону,
Притаился зверь в кустах.
[Verse 2]
Пройдя лабиринт, минуя котлован,
Увидел на земле немыслимый след.
Звучит в голове мелодично варган,
Золото сулит лишь тот Свет.
[Verse 3]
Схватился за меч и древний талисман.
Дыхание ледяное он чует за спиной.
Глаза пылали ядом - радиоактивный уран.
Вступил странник в неравный бой.
[Chorus]
О, странник в тёмном лесу
Где надежды обращаются в прах,
И жизнь стоит на кону,
Ты обретёшь могилу в кустах.