Cześć! Lubię słuchać muzyki tego wykonawcy. Jak dla mnie jest to twórczość genialna, wpisująca się idealnie w metalową kulturę polskich, słowiańskich i góralskich tradycji. Sklasyfikowałbym ją jako górski atmosferyczny folk ambient black metal. Gitary tworzą ceremonialne, harmonijne tony. Perkusja jest równomiernie czasem szybka i z wolniejszymi partiami, wyrażającymi wewnętrzny spokój duszy. Cymbały, gitary akustyczne, nagrania nocnych odgłosów i natury, flet, gra na rogu tworzą wspaniały klimat. Krzykliwy, pełen emocji wokal, zawodzenie są fantastyczne. I ten jej górski, twardy charakter... Jest to prawdziwa, piękna sztuka i muzyczny majstersztyk, który wpisuje się w to co mi w duszy gra. Polecam jej słuchać zwłaszcza wieczorami i w czasie słonecznych, złotych, polskich, jesiennych dni. Hi! I like listening to the music of this band. As for me, this is brilliant work, perfectly fitting into the metal culture of Polish, Slavic and highlander traditions. I would classify it as mountain atmospheric folk ambient black metal. Guitars create ceremonial, harmonious tones. The drums are evenly fast at times and with slower parts expressing the inner peace of the soul. Cymbals, acoustic guitars, recordings of night sounds and nature, flute, horn playing create a wonderful atmosphere. The screaming, emotional vocals, wailing are fantastic. And its mountain, hard character ... It is a true, beautiful art and a musical masterpiece that fits into what is in my soul. I recommend listening to it especially in the evenings and during sunny, golden, Polish and autumn days.
Ten album podnosi mnie na duchu. Zresztą tak samo jak poprzedni. Coś w sobie ma, ja nie potrafię powiedzieć co. Kiedy słyszę ten dźwięk i wokal wydobywający się jakby z lasu, z tajemniczych szczytów, których nikt nigdy nie zdobył i nie zdobędzie, odczuwam tęsknotę. Nie potrafię jej opisać, po prostu ją czuję, czuję ulgę... Dziękuję ;)
Okay, here come's the rough translation. I'm from Poland, so i know the language but please, read the additional notes (in brackets) 1. From the Peaks and Depths (instrumental) 2.Calling from Granite Strongholds Black ridge like a smothered torch of the night Guarding the valley in which the time has frozen Her dreams like a trembling yarn of grey mist Wreathen in old's alp pale plait From above the dimmed peaks by a languid stream By Siklawica (waterfall in Tatry mountains) of flowy threads of silver The melodies of night's ghosts are floating towards the halls At the day, (they are) hidden in distant den of mountains spirits (literally - "mountains" heart, but that make's more sense) Hajnice (not sure of this one) are listening, old forest shining far away is listening too Drowning in the sleepy backwaters of northern spectres Silver-shining under the pale cheek of ducal son Who saw for whom he had been a heir And how frail were his demense Crafted by twilight in black arras of soot Guarded by herd of silver stars bleakeaning in distance How amongst the valleys full of trees, mountains weaved by fog It seems like glow is burning at dawn At the feet of dark night torches Wind disperse fogs and dries out the glens of dreams And (underground)waters are dying in the fire of day When the prince returns To restore his rule 3 Me, wind / I'm the wind I'm the wind, hood of the storms Fugitive of uncles army Eremite on the highways of night Exiled without a homeland Where I looked, there misery Yet/Surely my hymn weaved from grief Where I had been, there tears have flown Where I looked, woe (has been) everywhere And where I haven't been? Where the month greets the dawn I have been cheaming him in sleepy nocturn Rushing by crane's night path Over the cloth of golden fields Where month caress the waters Bloated amongst the ton of forests I was dancing on their sheets Demolishing the quietness of sky's mirrors I loved these lands! The neverending vastness of beauty Aligned in eternal landscape of silence Weaved by stitch of forest towers Sewed by silver thread of rivers Colored by depth of lake's tears Where gently trembling threads of life has plaited for the ages in to the landscape of summer night But I haven't been there for a long time Driven by yearning heart beating and seen off by dogs barking Who would be making wreaths and gifts for one who sends a bad fudge? Thereof I'm a poet of the end And forerunner of sorrow I bring what I had seen and what I had heard to these paltry cottages far Preaching the song Whom nobody listens to And knocking in the windows behind which spirit barely lives 4. Where wind weaves the cloths of night (instrumental) 5. On the Łańsk (village on northern Poland) lake (now, this probably has many mistakes since it's written in specific dialect of Polish language) In the fete of Warnia Once upon the time, when On the lake of Łańsk Catching (?) of deuce/wizards (but probably deuce) island Where the fire is burning Where the moon (?) shines In the shortest night of the year (?) I saw her there Around the midnight Beautifull girl On the wormwood (?) field Her eyes were as blue As the sky And her voice was so dear Calling on the ground/island " In that shortest night This ground has to/will yield well And I will stay with you And we will be together, forever" Happiest/most pury ? (? Total guess, probably this word is incorrect) women of the lake And as pure(?) as pearls are her tears They were enjoting themselfes for a long years Her - Leija(probably just name ?) Him- fisher Wojciech And their little girl Which was named Lalka(?) But they are not no longer Nor Leija nor Lalka Old woman has cursed them , mother of Wojciech And wratched her, she killed(?)them Their spirits are in the heaven(?)- sorry, now idea And only willows on the wind are moving Over the Lalka's and Lelija sad tale 6. Under the Feet of Dreaming king (of Tatry mountains) Giewont, you, the one who is watching/marching (?) over the sleeping halls, Your rocks are as high that you touch the shimmering stars In the silver, over the trees you are banking up And lasting for the eternal wilderness, dark depths Where you are hiding the sleeping army - in which peak (?) In Pisanie ? Amongst the humming sleeping waters? Giewont, you you are sleeping a deep dream Covered by trees, whom leads the time Of guardians of crude spruces with one-hundreth years old beards Of slim firs whom got silenced in hollow silence And are resting anxious, in inertness frozen Thereof the lost hymn is roaring: "OH, Whirlwind! Strong, Distant Who is wandering in montly night! Where the carts of silver mists lead you? Over these peaks, you want to wander? Hollo! Busker of wind! Bring our longing far away to halls carry it over the rocks, Let it touch the golden stars! Make the human hearth trembl from the mountains... Make him lift his cheek towards the toothed bushes(?) Make him hear our song of longing... The water, water... life..." Gale heard that sigh and he called (?) "O, trees! Brothers of Smrek (Mountains), sister of Jedle (village in Poland) I see your longing, I will take pity of you! I will lift the old hymn of Tatry to the peaks Let it flows around the desolate halls Let it flow then towards the silenced villages Let the human hear about secret stories For he will bow his head for ridges... Oh water, water... life..." That's it, hope you now understand a bit more :-)
Nie ma za co, pozdrowienia z Polski bracie! You're welcome, greetings from Poland, metal brother! PS. I forgot to log in to other account, hence the other name.
Na Łańskim Jeziorze (stara warmińska legenda) Na świętej Warmii Onegdaj, kiedyś Na łańskim jeziorze Jest czarcia wyspa (tu nie jestem pewien, ale sens jest raczej utrzymany) Gdzie ogień się pali Gdzie księżyc świeci W najkrótszą noc całego roku On zobaczył ją tam Koło północy Piękną dziewczynę Na łące piołunu Jej oczy modre Jak samo niebo Jej piękny śpiew Słychać na wyspie „W najkrótszą noc Zawieź mnie na ląd A zostanę z tobą I będziemy razem” Najpiękniejsza pani jeziora I najpiękniejsze Perły jej łez Cieszyli się przez parę lat Ona Lilia On rybak Wojciech I ich malutka dziewczynka Którą nazywali Lalka Ale ich już nie ma Ani Lilii, ani Lalki Przeklęła je stara matka Wojciecha Na ich utrapienie ich zaczarowała Lilię w mewę co lata po niebie A Lalkę w wyspa na łańskim jeziorze Zapomnieli o nich ludzie Zapomniał o nich czas I tylko wierzby na wietrze popłaczą się czasami Nad smutnymi losami Lalki i Leliji
On the lake of Lansk (old Warmialand legend) On the Holy Warnja Once upon the time, other days On the lake of Lansk Devil’s Island floats (not sure, challenging) Where the fire burns… Where the moon shines… In the shortest night of whole year He saw Her there About the mid of the night Beautiful maiden On the wormwood meadow Her deep blue eyes Like the sky Her beautiful singing Heard on the isle „In the shortest night” Take me to the land, And I stay with you, And we will live together” The most wonderful Lady of the Lake The most wonderful pearls of Her tears, They rejoiced for a few years She - Lelija (Lily) He - Wojciech the fisherman And their tiny girl They called Lalka (Dolly) But now they are gone Neither Lily, Neither Dolly They were cursed by the old Wojciech mother. She bewitched them for trouble Lily as seagull Dolly as the isle on the Lake of Lansk They were forgotten by the pe ople They Wer forgotten by the time And only the willows in the wind cry sometimes Over the sad fate of Lalka and Lelija
This Album is one of the best for a while for me. I always listen to this masterpiece at night when I'm outside, making a fire in my garden and having a good beer. Best music to enjoy free time of which I unfortunately have too little. Hail Wędrujący Wiatr and best regards from northern Germany!
I read a polish book to this. I got polish blood and was glad to visit this country. Seeing the historical buildings and the nature. It is nice that this great music is out there. Poland is a real Stronghold
I lost my Dad and best friend earlier this year . This album has helped me heal . Well I don't know if I'll ever heal but it has at least helped me to be in contact with the pain
bummer........you stay strong and keep your head up! as homage to them make the most out of your life! nothing is impossible man just be true to yourself and what your doing and you will prevail against anything life gives you!
wspaniałe pod każdym względem. nie oceniając samej muzyki, użycie tych tekstów niechybnie przypomni o wspaniałych lecz zapomnianych dziejach Tatr. niezwykle są krążące legendy i opowieści, ktore niestety umierają wraz z ostatnimi prawdziwymi góralami
Na codzień słucham muzy z klimatów gore. Brutal death, goregrind itp. Z black metalem mam niewiele do czynienia. Jednak teraz stoję na mostku z moim psem i słuchamy pierwszy raz. Yt zaproponował 🤘🐾🍻
Kiedy dusza cierpi... Kiedy chciałabyś zapomnieć a jednocześnie tak bardzo, bardzo tęsknisz... Kiedy coś rozdziera Ci serce a Ty i tak za tym gonisz, pragniesz tego... Tęsknota, żal, strach a jednak tak strasznie Ci tego brakuje...Nie sposób z siebie wyrzucić tych uczuć... Nie sposób zapomnieć...
amazing riffs amazing drum amazing vocals....desolation kult!!!! this the type of music i listen to when im wandering through the woods and fields late autumn-winter..HAILZ!!
So it’s been 4 years since my first post on this masterpiece and how it helped me through a dark time after my dad died. Although I’m in a better place now through much love and support , including wonderful replies on this site (thank you 🙏) I just sunk deep into this one again and was reminded of its supreme excellence and beauty. I listen to a lot of BM, in its many forms, and there is truly something special about this one that causes it to reign above the others in this specific genre. If anyone out there that speaks the Polish language could translate the “Ja, Wiatr” track into English I would be deeply appreciative. Keep living passionately and authentically
Me, wind / I'm the wind I'm the wind, hood of the storms Fugitive of uncles army Eremite on the highways of night Exiled without a homeland Where I looked, there misery Yet/Surely my hymn weaved from grief Where I had been, there tears have flown Where I looked, woe (has been) everywhere And where I haven't been? Where the month greets the dawn I have been cheaming him in sleepy nocturn Rushing by crane's night path Over the cloth of golden fields Where month caress the waters Bloated amongst the ton of forests I was dancing on their sheets Demolishing the quietness of sky's mirrors I loved these lands! The neverending vastness of beauty Aligned in eternal landscape of silence Weaved by stitch of forest towers Sewed by silver thread of rivers Colored by depth of lake's tears Where gently trembling threads of life has plaited for the ages in to the landscape of summer night But I haven't been there for a long time Driven by yearning heart beating and seen off by dogs barking Who would be making wreaths and gifts for one who sends a bad fudge? Thereof I'm a poet of the end And forerunner of sorrow I bring what I had seen and what I had heard to these paltry cottages far Preaching the song Whom nobody listens to And knocking in the windows behind which spirit barely lives
If anybody is interested track titles (roughly) translations would be something like this: 1. From the Peaks and the Depths 2. A call from the Granite Strongholds 3. I, the Wind 4. Where the Wind Weaves Tapestries of the Night 5. On Lanskie Lake 6. At the feet of dreaming king of Tatra mountains
I've really liked this project since the first album.. awesome to see they are still making music and each album better than last..thanks for this upload
Хотел оставить комментарий на Английском языке зная мировую повестку...Но, скажу честно Wędrujący Wiatr покорил мое сердце, я одновременно плачу, но этот плач счастья.. Это невероятно красивая музыка, часть текста я понимаю, у меня пра, пра, прадед был Польских кровей, мне искренне стыдно, что я до сих пор не изучил этнически свой язык. Но ,слыша эту чудесную музыку, я словно окунаюсь в прошлое былого.. Я искренне могу сказать, мое сердце испытывает печаль и вдохновение.
Problem jest taki, że z czterech kawałków z tekstami, jeden jest w gwarze góralskiej a jeden chyba w dialekcie Warmińskim? Idzie zrozumieć ale trzeba pogłówkować i poszukać po słownikach.
This one's got something special. Not the "me too" Norsecore overproduced stuff. My critique though is halfway through the album I was already feeling like I was listening to the same song over and over. By the end I was way past done. Then it segued into another album by this band and it sounded like the same material again. My biggest criticism of metal is that most bands just write the same song over and over again, in the same tempo, with the same progressions and structures and keys and vocal deliveries/placements. Mix it up!
This is incredible, on par with Agalloch, Empyrium, and early Ulver. They need to get rid of there distributor and any other nonsense NS links and focus on coming to the states.
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Cześć!
Lubię słuchać muzyki tego wykonawcy.
Jak dla mnie jest to twórczość genialna, wpisująca się idealnie w metalową kulturę polskich, słowiańskich i góralskich tradycji. Sklasyfikowałbym ją jako górski atmosferyczny folk ambient black metal. Gitary tworzą ceremonialne, harmonijne tony. Perkusja jest równomiernie czasem szybka i z wolniejszymi partiami, wyrażającymi wewnętrzny spokój duszy. Cymbały, gitary akustyczne, nagrania nocnych odgłosów i natury, flet, gra na rogu tworzą wspaniały klimat. Krzykliwy, pełen emocji wokal, zawodzenie są fantastyczne. I ten jej górski, twardy charakter... Jest to prawdziwa, piękna sztuka i muzyczny majstersztyk, który wpisuje się w to co mi w duszy gra.
Polecam jej słuchać zwłaszcza wieczorami i w czasie słonecznych, złotych, polskich, jesiennych dni.
Hi!
I like listening to the music of this band.
As for me, this is brilliant work, perfectly fitting into the metal culture of Polish, Slavic and highlander traditions. I would classify it as mountain atmospheric folk ambient black metal. Guitars create ceremonial, harmonious tones. The drums are evenly fast at times and with slower parts expressing the inner peace of the soul. Cymbals, acoustic guitars, recordings of night sounds and nature, flute, horn playing create a wonderful atmosphere. The screaming, emotional vocals, wailing are fantastic. And its mountain, hard character ... It is a true, beautiful art and a musical masterpiece that fits into what is in my soul.
I recommend listening to it especially in the evenings and during sunny, golden, Polish and autumn days.
no zdecydowanie to slychac
Ten album podnosi mnie na duchu. Zresztą tak samo jak poprzedni. Coś w sobie ma, ja nie potrafię powiedzieć co. Kiedy słyszę ten dźwięk i wokal wydobywający się jakby z lasu, z tajemniczych szczytów, których nikt nigdy nie zdobył i nie zdobędzie, odczuwam tęsknotę. Nie potrafię jej opisać, po prostu ją czuję, czuję ulgę...
Dziękuję ;)
a ja slysze wejscie do Piekiel...trudny to dzwiek dla mnie ...dorastalam w PRL'u ...z protest songami....no ale uzupelniam wiedze ...Pozdrawiam
Mnie wpierdala w depresje, ale to chyba dobrze świadczy o muzyce
@@user-zw4wb2vx3p slusznie ...to ciezka muzyka a ja wole klasyczna...bo mnie uspakaja i relaxuje...
@@LeRoi715 do piekiel xd pieklo to to tam jest jesli chodzi o jakosc
@@mati7029 To nie moja bajka taka 'muzyka' ktora wyzwala agresje i leki ...etc....
Okay, here come's the rough translation. I'm from Poland, so i know the language but please, read the additional notes (in brackets)
1. From the Peaks and Depths
(instrumental)
2.Calling from Granite Strongholds
Black ridge like a smothered torch of the night
Guarding the valley in which the time has frozen
Her dreams like a trembling yarn of grey mist
Wreathen in old's alp pale plait
From above the dimmed peaks by a languid stream
By Siklawica (waterfall in Tatry mountains)
of flowy threads of silver
The melodies of night's ghosts are floating
towards the halls
At the day, (they are) hidden in distant den of mountains
spirits (literally - "mountains" heart, but that make's more
sense)
Hajnice (not sure of this one) are listening, old forest
shining far away is listening too
Drowning in the sleepy backwaters of northern spectres
Silver-shining under the pale cheek of ducal son
Who saw for whom he had been a heir
And how frail were his demense
Crafted by twilight in black arras of soot
Guarded by herd of silver stars bleakeaning in distance
How amongst the valleys full of trees, mountains weaved by fog
It seems like glow is burning at dawn
At the feet of dark night torches
Wind disperse fogs and dries out the glens of dreams
And (underground)waters are dying in the fire of day
When the prince returns
To restore his rule
3 Me, wind / I'm the wind
I'm the wind, hood of the storms
Fugitive of uncles army
Eremite on the highways of night
Exiled without a homeland
Where I looked, there misery
Yet/Surely my hymn weaved from grief
Where I had been, there tears have flown
Where I looked, woe (has been) everywhere
And where I haven't been?
Where the month greets the dawn
I have been cheaming him in sleepy nocturn
Rushing by crane's night path
Over the cloth of golden fields
Where month caress the waters
Bloated amongst the ton of forests
I was dancing on their sheets
Demolishing the quietness of sky's mirrors
I loved these lands!
The neverending vastness of beauty
Aligned in eternal landscape of silence
Weaved by stitch of forest towers
Sewed by silver thread of rivers
Colored by depth of lake's tears
Where gently trembling threads of life
has plaited for the ages in to the landscape of summer night
But I haven't been there for a long time
Driven by yearning heart beating
and seen off by dogs barking
Who would be making wreaths and gifts
for one who sends a bad fudge?
Thereof I'm a poet of the end
And forerunner of sorrow
I bring what I had seen and what I had heard
to these paltry cottages far
Preaching the song
Whom nobody listens to
And knocking in the windows
behind which spirit barely lives
4. Where wind weaves the cloths of night
(instrumental)
5. On the Łańsk (village on northern Poland) lake
(now, this probably has many mistakes since it's written
in specific dialect of Polish language)
In the fete of Warnia
Once upon the time, when
On the lake of Łańsk
Catching (?) of deuce/wizards (but probably deuce) island
Where the fire is burning
Where the moon (?) shines
In the shortest night of the year (?)
I saw her there
Around the midnight
Beautifull girl
On the wormwood (?) field
Her eyes were as blue
As the sky
And her voice was so dear
Calling on the ground/island
" In that shortest night
This ground has to/will yield well
And I will stay with you
And we will be together, forever"
Happiest/most pury ? (? Total guess, probably this word is incorrect)
women of the lake
And as pure(?) as pearls are her tears
They were enjoting themselfes for a long years
Her - Leija(probably just name ?)
Him- fisher Wojciech
And their little girl
Which was named Lalka(?)
But they are not no longer
Nor Leija nor Lalka
Old woman has cursed them , mother of Wojciech
And wratched her, she killed(?)them
Their spirits are in the heaven(?)- sorry, now idea
And only willows on the wind are moving
Over the Lalka's and Lelija sad tale
6. Under the Feet of Dreaming king (of Tatry mountains)
Giewont, you, the one who is watching/marching (?) over the
sleeping halls,
Your rocks are as high that you touch the shimmering stars
In the silver, over the trees you are banking up
And lasting for the eternal wilderness, dark depths
Where you are hiding the sleeping army - in which peak (?)
In Pisanie ? Amongst the humming sleeping waters?
Giewont, you you are sleeping a deep dream
Covered by trees, whom leads the time
Of guardians of crude spruces with one-hundreth years old beards
Of slim firs whom got silenced in hollow silence
And are resting anxious, in inertness frozen
Thereof the lost hymn is roaring:
"OH, Whirlwind! Strong, Distant
Who is wandering in montly night!
Where the carts of silver mists lead you?
Over these peaks, you want to wander?
Hollo! Busker of wind! Bring our longing far away to halls
carry it over the rocks, Let it touch the golden stars!
Make the human hearth trembl from the mountains...
Make him lift his cheek towards the toothed bushes(?)
Make him hear our song of longing...
The water, water... life..."
Gale heard that sigh and he called (?)
"O, trees! Brothers of Smrek (Mountains), sister of
Jedle (village in Poland)
I see your longing, I will take pity of you!
I will lift the old hymn of Tatry to the peaks
Let it flows around the desolate halls
Let it flow then towards the silenced villages
Let the human hear about secret stories
For he will bow his head for ridges...
Oh water, water... life..."
That's it, hope you now understand a bit more :-)
Nie ma za co, pozdrowienia z Polski bracie!
You're welcome, greetings from Poland, metal brother! PS. I forgot to log in to other account, hence the other name.
Na Łańskim Jeziorze
(stara warmińska legenda)
Na świętej Warmii
Onegdaj, kiedyś
Na łańskim jeziorze
Jest czarcia wyspa (tu nie jestem pewien, ale sens jest raczej utrzymany)
Gdzie ogień się pali
Gdzie księżyc świeci
W najkrótszą noc całego roku
On zobaczył ją tam
Koło północy
Piękną dziewczynę
Na łące piołunu
Jej oczy modre
Jak samo niebo
Jej piękny śpiew
Słychać na wyspie
„W najkrótszą noc
Zawieź mnie na ląd
A zostanę z tobą
I będziemy razem”
Najpiękniejsza pani jeziora
I najpiękniejsze Perły jej łez
Cieszyli się przez parę lat
Ona Lilia
On rybak Wojciech
I ich malutka dziewczynka
Którą nazywali Lalka
Ale ich już nie ma
Ani Lilii, ani Lalki
Przeklęła je stara matka Wojciecha
Na ich utrapienie ich zaczarowała
Lilię w mewę co lata po niebie
A Lalkę w wyspa na łańskim jeziorze
Zapomnieli o nich ludzie
Zapomniał o nich czas
I tylko wierzby na wietrze popłaczą się czasami
Nad smutnymi losami Lalki i Leliji
On the lake of Lansk
(old Warmialand legend)
On the Holy Warnja
Once upon the time, other days
On the lake of Lansk
Devil’s Island floats (not sure, challenging)
Where the fire burns…
Where the moon shines…
In the shortest night of whole year
He saw Her there
About the mid of the night
Beautiful maiden
On the wormwood meadow
Her deep blue eyes
Like the sky
Her beautiful singing
Heard on the isle
„In the shortest night”
Take me to the land,
And I stay with you,
And we will live together”
The most wonderful Lady of the Lake
The most wonderful pearls of Her tears,
They rejoiced for a few years
She - Lelija (Lily)
He - Wojciech the fisherman
And their tiny girl
They called Lalka (Dolly)
But now they are gone
Neither Lily, Neither Dolly
They were cursed by the old Wojciech mother.
She bewitched them for trouble
Lily as seagull
Dolly as the isle on the Lake of Lansk
They were forgotten by the pe ople
They Wer forgotten by the time
And only the willows in the wind cry sometimes
Over the sad fate of Lalka and Lelija
It’s beautiful I like it
Thank You. Very helpful.
This Album is one of the best for a while for me. I always listen to this masterpiece at night when I'm outside, making a fire in my garden and having a good beer. Best music to enjoy free time of which I unfortunately have too little.
Hail Wędrujący Wiatr and best regards from northern Germany!
hail to our ancestors,hail to pagan believs which "they" destroyed.
BannersWillRise piękne
Piękny album, jestem pod wrażeniem. Bardzo szkoda, że nie ma na Spotify. Sława! Polska siła!
I read a polish book to this. I got polish blood and was glad to visit this country.
Seeing the historical buildings and the nature.
It is nice that this great music is out there.
Poland is a real Stronghold
I got a Scottish blood and was indeed proud as well
I lost my Dad and best friend earlier this year . This album has helped me heal . Well I don't know if I'll ever heal but it has at least helped me to be in contact with the pain
bummer........you stay strong and keep your head up! as homage to them make the most out of your life! nothing is impossible man just be true to yourself and what your doing and you will prevail against anything life gives you!
Martin Carrillo I I a
Martin Carrillo I appreciate your kind words
its all good bro......you got this! never lose sight of your hopes and dreams because there always within your grasp!
Strong cheers from Poland, mate! I also lost a friend a month ago! We've been friends since childhood, its totally shitty, only time can help!
zajebioza, nasze polskie słowiańskie. szanujmy i niech wędruje po wsze czasy
Oto chodzi ,dobry ujente.ze zdrowiem i spokojem
Slawa bracia slowianie polski black niech pokocha swiat
wspaniałe pod każdym względem. nie oceniając samej muzyki, użycie tych tekstów niechybnie przypomni o wspaniałych lecz zapomnianych dziejach Tatr. niezwykle są krążące legendy i opowieści, ktore niestety umierają wraz z ostatnimi prawdziwymi góralami
a ostatni prawdziwi górale to którzy to? ci, co wyjechali do Stanów czy ci, co tylko patrzą, jak by tu obedrzeć turystę z kasy?
"U stóp śniącego króla Tatr" piękny tytuł
A na okładce... czy to nie szpieg z Krainy Deszczowców ??? Karramba !
My favourite Polish gem. I was stunned the first time I heard it. Give us a Vinyl release!!!
atmosphere in this one is truly 10/10
I lost a man last year.. My love...this music gives me so much relief. thanks
Fucking genial, pure black metal, Hail Poland, Krakow home of my Grandfather RIP Czeslaw
this album is a very human experience, hard to put into words but it has a profound beauty and pain in its sounds
Na codzień słucham muzy z klimatów gore. Brutal death, goregrind itp. Z black metalem mam niewiele do czynienia. Jednak teraz stoję na mostku z moim psem i słuchamy pierwszy raz. Yt zaproponował 🤘🐾🍻
That's amazing! You can feel an unforgettable atmosphere here.
Hail from Poland
Bardzo piękna muzyka. Wielbię nasze rodzime zespoły, jestem z nich dumna, gdyż tworzą coś tak cudownego.
Tak nasza rodzima scena metalowa jest bardzo silna!!Mamy z czego być dumni 🤘🤘
You're beautiful.
@@thariqaffandi5302 Thank you ;)
@@imienazwisko3797 are you Christian?
@@thariqaffandi5302 No, why are you asking?
Wędrujący Wiatr just keeps getting better and better!
Black Metal Promotion you're awesome man thanks for the great music .
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥🔥🌑na chwilę można zamknąć oczy i odlecieć tam gdzie jest spokój DUSZY 🤘
Kiedy dusza cierpi... Kiedy chciałabyś zapomnieć a jednocześnie tak bardzo, bardzo tęsknisz... Kiedy coś rozdziera Ci serce a Ty i tak za tym gonisz, pragniesz tego... Tęsknota, żal, strach a jednak tak strasznie Ci tego brakuje...Nie sposób z siebie wyrzucić tych uczuć... Nie sposób zapomnieć...
amazing riffs amazing drum amazing vocals....desolation kult!!!! this the type of music i listen to when im wandering through the woods and fields late autumn-winter..HAILZ!!
this album is a masterpiece, thanks for the upload
So it’s been 4 years since my first post on this masterpiece and how it helped me through a dark time after my dad died. Although I’m in a better place now through much love and support , including wonderful replies on this site (thank you 🙏) I just sunk deep into this one again and was reminded of its supreme excellence and beauty. I listen to a lot of BM, in its many forms, and there is truly something special about this one that causes it to reign above the others in this specific genre. If anyone out there that speaks the Polish language could translate the “Ja, Wiatr” track into English I would be deeply appreciative.
Keep living passionately and authentically
I, the wind
@@natanarachnids8187
Yes thank you
Me, wind / I'm the wind
I'm the wind, hood of the storms
Fugitive of uncles army
Eremite on the highways of night
Exiled without a homeland
Where I looked, there misery
Yet/Surely my hymn weaved from grief
Where I had been, there tears have flown
Where I looked, woe (has been) everywhere
And where I haven't been?
Where the month greets the dawn
I have been cheaming him in sleepy nocturn
Rushing by crane's night path
Over the cloth of golden fields
Where month caress the waters
Bloated amongst the ton of forests
I was dancing on their sheets
Demolishing the quietness of sky's mirrors
I loved these lands!
The neverending vastness of beauty
Aligned in eternal landscape of silence
Weaved by stitch of forest towers
Sewed by silver thread of rivers
Colored by depth of lake's tears
Where gently trembling threads of life
has plaited for the ages in to the landscape of summer night
But I haven't been there for a long time
Driven by yearning heart beating
and seen off by dogs barking
Who would be making wreaths and gifts
for one who sends a bad fudge?
Thereof I'm a poet of the end
And forerunner of sorrow
I bring what I had seen and what I had heard
to these paltry cottages far
Preaching the song
Whom nobody listens to
And knocking in the windows
behind which spirit barely lives
Świetny klimat, idealnie pasujący do okładki tejże płyty, nic tylko włączyć tę płytę i iść pochodzić po polskich górach.
If anybody is interested track titles (roughly) translations would be something like this:
1. From the Peaks and the Depths
2. A call from the Granite Strongholds
3. I, the Wind
4. Where the Wind Weaves Tapestries of the Night
5. On Lanskie Lake
6. At the feet of dreaming king of Tatra mountains
Me king Tatra
Yesssssss!!!!!! Poland is black metal kingdom.
A true masterpiece. Need a physical copy of this majesticness
Na samą Górę jest Ciemno *tak wiele można ZOBACZYĆ, wyspowiadać się Wichrowi🔥❤️🔥🌑 on posłucha 😇🤔👹
This is one of those great atmospheric black metal releases where the surpassmanship surpases death MEtal.
Niesamowity klimat...
Glad i found this one, almost flew unseen under my radar :D
🤘
Vinyl, please. Make it happen. I NEED this wondrous thing on vinyl. Nothing else will do it.
100% backed
Damn right buddy.
It's coming soon
necropig is it??
this is beautiful
cos pieknego.
I've really liked this project since the first album.. awesome to see they are still making music and each album better than last..thanks for this upload
I hope this will be released on vinyl some day.
its already on vinyl mate
Wspaniałość.
Just fantastic. At least as good as the first album
Amazing! Greetings from Greece!
Wspaniały album 🤘 super okładka rewelacja interesujące odgłosy natury wszystko jest po prostu super 😁🤘🤘🤘🇵🇱🇵🇱🤘🤘🇵🇱🤘
😁
Kurwa w końcu coś zajebistego!!!!!
I assume this is what it sounds like when there are 5000 lanterns sitting in the middle of a forest on a full moon.
Wow ! :o Great work, great album deep voices... Quality for sure !
This album is very good👍 Very good indeed👍 Thanks for sharing and enlighten my day🤘
wow great. Wish this was on vinyl...
totally!
Great album
incredible stuff ! thx youtube random recommandation and BMP :D
one of the best albums
Хотел оставить комментарий на Английском языке зная мировую повестку...Но, скажу честно Wędrujący Wiatr покорил мое сердце, я одновременно плачу, но этот плач счастья.. Это невероятно красивая музыка, часть текста я понимаю, у меня пра, пра, прадед был Польских кровей, мне искренне стыдно, что я до сих пор не изучил этнически свой язык. Но ,слыша эту чудесную музыку, я словно окунаюсь в прошлое былого.. Я искренне могу сказать, мое сердце испытывает печаль и вдохновение.
Piękności 🖤
great music. thank you
Świetna płyta!
MASTERPIECE!!
another masterpiece
Very polish..love it
Wyborne!
Piękne !
Pierwsze wrażenie,coś nader osobliwego...
-hey, cool band, what'ss it called?
-ummmmm
EXelente banda
hail from portugal jah bless
Zajebistość
Kocham .
brillant
floored right now.............fucking badass shit cuz!
I tak ma być hehe !
!MOC!
To jest to.
słyszę tu głuszę lasu tak jakby zza ściany, nie wiem czy to celowy zabieg...
The best black metal album from 2016 !
sehr gut
Genialne👿🤘
Amo esta joya.
Hermoso \m/
Uwiebiam
Этот альбом, да в хорошем бы качестве...
❤
ODM esteve aqui...
To jest kurwa MISTRZOSTWO!!!!!!!!!!!
мед для ушей
много добра банда, брат. :) Поздрав от България!
и на тебе здравей, брат!
Remember me: Octinomos
o kurwa, ale dobre
Czy Pustota byla pierwszym projektem...?
Momentami przypomina rosyjski Elderwind
Jestem 2021🙂
Zajebiste
это точно
Fuck yes!
kurczę... kupiłem mp3, ale zależy mi na cd i nigdzie ni ma :(
Jest teraz jedna na allegro.
Juz jest reedycja na werewolf pr.
Teto!
Lyrics are beautiful too, too bad hard to understand even for native speakers hehe
jak dla mnie idealnie...za pierwszym razem czytam i słucham ,a później tylko słucham ....\m/
Problem jest taki, że z czterech kawałków z tekstami, jeden jest w gwarze góralskiej a jeden chyba w dialekcie Warmińskim? Idzie zrozumieć ale trzeba pogłówkować i poszukać po słownikach.
\mm/
ale zeby usluszec tekst to trzeba nie wiem co zrobic ps uszy umylem
UNDERBART HÄRLIGT
first
second
sixty fourth :)
\м/
This one's got something special. Not the "me too" Norsecore overproduced stuff. My critique though is halfway through the album I was already feeling like I was listening to the same song over and over. By the end I was way past done. Then it segued into another album by this band and it sounded like the same material again. My biggest criticism of metal is that most bands just write the same song over and over again, in the same tempo, with the same progressions and structures and keys and vocal deliveries/placements. Mix it up!
This is incredible, on par with Agalloch, Empyrium, and early Ulver. They need to get rid of there distributor and any other nonsense NS links and focus on coming to the states.
And who are you to tell this band what they "need" to do and why?
Feel free to listen to some other music that doesn't offend your SJW sensibilities!