Cold Waters of Turbulent Torrents
Thalarion Lyrics

I arose ... I materialized.
I came into being, materializing from nothingness.

From cold waters of turbulent torrents.
I emerged from the cold and turbulent waters of some unknown place.

In a rain of eternal drops.
I appeared amid a never-ending shower of drops, as if from a timeless and unending source.

Through the mist and haze.
I struggled through the confusion of haze and mist, seeking clarity.

Into the new dimension.
I entered a new realm, fresh and unexplored.

Black forest is the where I was born.
I came into this world in the midst of a dark and mysterious forest, full of unknown dangers and secrets.

In the sign of an ancient kind.
I was born into a proud and ancient race, with a legacy of power and wisdom.

My life seems to be so empty, forlorn.
Despite my heritage and potential, my life feels hollow and without purpose.

And beguiling visions I cannot bind.
I am haunted by tempting visions that seem just out of reach, beyond my ability to grasp and control.

Ancient Slavic rite of the vernal equinox.
I am aware of the ancient customs and rituals of my people, passed down from generation to generation, imbued with deep meaning and purpose.

Narcotic smell of the native ground.
I am intoxicated by the scent of the earth I come from, the rich soil and vegetation that give life to my people.

Spreads through the valley never found.
This scent and its attendant power and magic are not known or understood by outsiders, who cannot appreciate its depth and meaning.

Whispering moon in the blackened sky.
The moon is a mystical and powerful symbol, which speaks to me in whispers when it is dark and mysterious.

Embracing my soul with the silverblack dawn.
The dawn is a time of awakening and renewal, and I am embraced and uplifted by its power and light, which seem both silver and black at the same time.

Above the horizons.
I stand high and proud, gazing out at the endless expanse of sky and land.

The pagan winds of eternal winter blow.
The cold and unrelenting winds that blow through the winter are reminders of the ancient and powerful forces that shaped my world and my people.

Under the highest mountain.
Beneath the tallest and most formidable peak, a symbol of strength and majesty.

Where the bones of my ancestors rest.
In the place where my forebears lie, having passed beyond the veil of life but still holding deep meaning and power for me and my people.

Under the blanket of freezing snow.
Covered and protected by the cold and unforgiving snow, which keeps the place of my ancestors hidden and guarded.

Where evil sunbeams do not shine.
Spiteful and wicked powers can find no purchase in this place, which is shielded from such influences.

I burn the ancient bones.
In a ritual of transformation and purification, I set ablaze the bones of my ancestors, releasing their memories and power.

I blow their ancient dust.
I harness the power and magic of the dust that remains, blowing it into the world to spread the ancient and proud legacy of my people.

With a squall in my hands.
I feel the depth of power and magic in my hands, which can transform and heal the world around me.

I am a new disciple of a rain eternal.
I have become a devoted and powerful follower of the eternal forces of nature, which will guide and inspire me as I move through life.

With a squall in my hands.
I feel the depth of power and magic in my hands, which can transform and heal the world around me.

I am a new follower of Perun's voice of power.
I have embraced the voice of Perun, a powerful and wise ancestor who speaks to me through the forces of nature, guiding and teaching me as I move through life.