Ludota Koval is Slavonic Melodic Atmospheric Shaman /Black/ Death/ metal band Mørkt hav og hvite fjell Sterk vind og knuste skjell Små stjerner og svart himmel Jeg er fremdeles svimmel Kaldt svett og tunge bein Jeg lener på en stein Vil gjerne få tilbake Det som jeg måtte vrake Alene på en øy Borte fra støv og støy Blant snø og skog og fjell Jeg kikker i mitt sjel Jeg skjønner det er slutt Mitt indre absolutt Forsøker jeg å finne Vinne eller forsvinne Kaldt vann er som et speil Det tar bestandig feil Alt som vi får se der Er det som en gang var

Witchcraft is full of the dark power of the soul Without a bottom, the abyss will spit in my eyes How bizarre is the interplay of light and shadow I feel the connection between the world and the night I live fat black holes Giving birth to the fire of the treasures of the world Embodiing yourself in a harmonious system Boiling blood in a cosmic vein Knowledge bestowing source The world of movements of feelings broken Connected with me by a network of threads Fates weaving a web Into the fabric of cosmic doctrine The essence of revealing secret patterns private and general Understanding the Laws of the Hidden Universe Whilst in the tiles of the bark of a tree In a waterfall flying with stormy foam In the ocean, gliding like an ancient lizard Weaving the web of fate Day and night

black-maned raven, The cup of blood is full Drain it to the bottom I'm thirsty to the fullest. The taste of iron in the mouth Well, let! Well, let Flesh claws tear Tearing greedily chest. Where the soldier fell Where many corpses lie, Covered with dew weeds, The color of the dew is so purple. Form in the blood, in the dirt. The smell of death across the steppe Dances with the winds. The virgin descends from heaven. The last soldier dies From the wound, life flows. The hand grips the rifle. But the pace of death is easy. And now before my eyes The sun shines with rays. A face fell into the weeds... And here is Valhalla's door

Sagas of Midwinter Solstice Darkest nights, longest nights, freezing and crystal clear;  Caressing stars on the sky canvas shimmering  Ancient, eternal, immortal, mysterious  Sagas of Midwinter Solstice they’re whispering.  Hail to Thee, Thou, the Three-Hypostatic One!  Blessing our Mother Earth with sunshine welcoming!  Cast away darkness that covers our sacred paths,  Fill our souls with Thy love, bright and radiant How can we sleep in the midst of this magic time?  What can we do as the circle of life goes on?  Best thing is saying sweet words to the nearest ones,  Sending warm thoughts to those who are far away  Let us rejoice in a fiery circle dance  Casting night spirits away with the ringing bells  Dead of the night will deliver the Newborn Sun  With blushing lanites that melt away ice and snow Hail to Thee, Thou! The Three-Hypostatic One!  Blessing our Mother Earth with Thy light welcoming!  Cast away darkness that covers our sacred paths,  Fill our souls with Thy love, bright and radiant

go away Rising in the spirit of fumes Ghosts of the dead swamps The dark sun is rising shrouded Gray ash mist Rhizomes entangled Dampness of the earth sprouting grass Or stormy merging flow Frozen statues In the arms of stone ores Glare of dark water What feeds the streams Played in the rays spun In a seductive dance What steals your eye Along with the leaves Sun and the smell of warm nights Into the abyss of whirlpools And in the cracks of the crust The earth breathed Giving your steam Stone, tree, sky-alive Kiss of Nature.