Карачун

[INTRO: Pure soundscape. Howling blizzard, deep frozen wind drone, distant owl. The sound of a knife being sharpened on stone fades in and out.] Лес заснЕжэнный, стУжа лЮтая, и шепчУ словА завЕтные карачУну я... [Vocal enters:low, whispered, intimate, almost speaking. A solitary voice in the void.] ты,придИ, явИсь бог из дрЕвности... нИзко клАняюсь и клянУсь в вЕрности... [Voice becomes more strained,pleading. A single, deep ritual drum (shamanic drum) begins a slow, heartbeat pulse.] ::: [CHORUS 1 - THE INVOCATION: Music swells. A heavy, slow doom metal guitar riff crashes in. A deep, layered choir (male and female) chants the response. The drum becomes massive and ceremonial.] СлАво,слАво! сурОвому бОгу... [Choir:"SLAVA, SLAVA!"] открывАю к сЕрдцу сваемУ дарОгу... [The riff grinds slowly.The vocal is now a strong, ritualistic declaration.] в дар тебЕ- кровь моЯ АлАя.. чтоб душА болЕть перестАла бы... [Music holds on a tense,frozen chord. Sound of a sharp intake of breath.] """ [VERSE 2 - THE PLEA: Music softens but remains cold. The heavy riff recedes, replaced by a haunting, melancholic melody played on a "gudok" (medieval fiddle) or a flute. The vocal is more melodic, full of desperate imagery.] ты спустИсь из ирИйских садОв,с нЕба... улажЫ отдохнУть на перИну из снЕга... остудИ,успакОй рАны балЮчие... пусть укроЮт менЯ снежЫнки калЮчие... [A high,shimmering sound of icicles and glass wind chimes.] ::: [CHORUS 2 - REINVOCATION: The heavy doom riff and choir return with even greater power. The vocal is more desperate, merging with the choir.] СлАво,слАво! сурОвому бОгу... [Choir is louder,more present.] открывАю к сЕрдцу сваемУ дарОгу... в дар тебЕ кровь моЯ АлАя... чтоб душА болЕть перестАла бы... [The last line is stretched,echoing into the sound of a harsh, cold wind.] ::: [BRIDGE - THE OMEN & THE GIFT: Music becomes sparse and ominous. The drum returns to a simple, nervous pulse. Atmospheric sounds take over: close owl hoot, the whisper of the blizzard right in the ear.] где то фИлин в чящОбе заУхал, вьЮга мАтушка шЕпчет на Ухо... [Vocal is close-mic'd,breathy, filled with awe and fear.] дар твой прИнят и слОво услЫшано... вот рушнИк, что рУнами вЫшытый... [Sound of cloth unfolding,then a soft, metallic clink of a ritual object placed on snow.] "" [VERSE 3 - THE COMMAND: The mood shifts drastically. A new, determined, marching rhythm emerges with heavy toms and a deep bass line. The vocal transforms from a plea to a harsh, commanding incantation. This is the god's answer or the shaman's resolve.] поднимИсь и идИ, зУбы стИснувшы... ты слепОй и бОли не вИдившый... пей до дна, что судьбИна отмЕрила... умирАть покА не ко врЕмени... [The music builds in intensity,driving forward relentlessly.] "' [FINAL CHORUS - ECSTASY & ACCEPTANCE: All elements unite in a climax. The doom riff, the choir, the tribal drum, the atmospheric blizzard. The lead vocal is now a raw, screaming declaration, fully merged with the ritual.] СлАво,слАво! сурОвому бОгу... [Choir and vocal become one chaotic,ecstatic wall of sound.] открывАю к сЕрдцу сваемУ дорОгу... в дар тебЕ кровь моЯ АлАя, чтоб душА болЕть перестАла бы... [On the last word"бы", all music cuts abruptly.] [OUTRO: Silence for a second. Then, only the returning, endless howl of the blizzard. A single, final drum hit. Fade to frozen silence.]