Svartedauen (SP) (2010)

RELEASE DATE

June 2, 2010
 

TRACKLIST

01. Svartedauen
 

LINE-UP

Valentina Tsyganova - vocal
Anastasia Guseva - violin 
Alexander Klimov - guitar, scream 
Alexander Afanasjev – guitar

 

GUEST MUSICIANS

Richard Oleynik - bass, programming
 

CREDITS

Drums, bass and guitars recorded by Richard Oleynik at Rich-Music studio (Moscow, Russia)
Violin and vocals recorded by Anastasia Guseva at Sunrise studio (Saint Petersburg, Russia)

Mixed by Richard Oleynik at Rich-Music studio (Moscow, Russia) and Nikolay Vengrzhanovich
Mastered by Nikolay Vengrzhanovich

Produced by Alexander Klimov and Richard Oleynik

Cover art by Theodor Kittelsen. 
Design by Grigoriy Chekmasov 

 

LYRICS

SVARTEDAUEN

Music by Alexander Klimov and Anastasia Guseva
Lyrics by Olga Kovalevskaya

Stay away from old friends for your own sake, 
Close the door and keep all windows shut, 
Kindle fire and breed in your heart 
Vain hopes that flame may protect from the plague. 

Blackened bodies are shrouded in snow, 
Dead eyes see icy kingdom of Hel, 
Souls betrayed northern gods will not go 
Where their ancestors dwell. 

Asgardr’s locked, here come devastation days, 
No more roads lead to blessed Oden’s realm, 
Human lives - new god owns half of them 
And half was given to Aurgelmir's race. 
Blackened bodies are shrouded in snow, 
Dead eyes see icy kingdom of Hel, 
Souls betrayed northern gods will not go 
Where their ancestors dwell. 

Fear and death reign everywhere, 
In a vestry lies a priest, 
And unfinished stayed last prayer - 
He has ceased to breathe. 

In 1349 the plague raging in Europe has reached the shores of Norway. The time of prosperity was over. No tears could cry the departed, the destitute found no shelter and the deceased were left unburied. Shuddering with horror, people recalled the legends of Ragnarök and appealed to once forsaken gods... But the gods of North have denied them. 

Blackened bodies are shrouded in snow, 
Dead eyes see icy kingdom of Hel, 
Souls betrayed northern gods will not go 
Where their ancestors dwell. 
Run and hide - she is coming! Awake! 
Don’t you hear her merciless strides? 
For no closed doors exist for the plague, 
And death has many a guise.