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Tales of The Enchanted Woods

by Grima

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Robert Nita
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Robert Nita Found this band when they toured my country. Love their old work. Best wishes to you and yours! March 2023 Favorite track: Wolfberry.
mourner
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mourner The atmosphere Grima create with their music is really unique. Beautiful, peaceful and grim at the same time. Wonderful and gruesome like nature itself. Prepare to get lost in the neverending icy woods Grima will take you to.
p3tunie
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p3tunie Obviously The Moon And its Shadows is a great track. Anyhow I love the song "The Grief". The whole album is great, from first to last track. Still searching the LP. Favorite track: The Grief.
Winterregen
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Winterregen GRIMA is one of the few bands I immediately love every piece of music It takes you to beautiful places I never want to walk away. 🖤🎶
Våndarr
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Våndarr Orchestration and mood like no other. Grima makes you fear the forest again - and the album artwork is the best I've seen since Bathory's Blood On Ice. Favorite track: The Shephards Of Mountains And Plains.
Kind
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Kind This album nearly blew me off my bike yesterday. Incredible production, atmosphere and originality. Favorite track: The Moon And its Shadows.
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The moon and its shadows The master will make you recall the days when people were afraid of the darkness. Here, the cross has neither the power nor the wisdom of the ancestors, We have forgotten that it’s better to hide during the night. The shadows flickering under the moonlight and sparks of the bonfire fly up to the sky. The wind shoots up branches of the trees, calling for mercy though his dance. The fog that envelopes our eyes will not allow us to see the embodiment of the forest. But I still can hear the whisper of the leaves. Oh, Grima, the Master of forest! Show me a black footstep on the white snow. This whole world is only for the Masters, whose names were forgotten by humankind. This moment is only a dream, and our time is gone, and this whole world is only for the Masters! Луна и все ее тени . Хозяин заставит вспомнить о тех временах, Когда люди боялись тьмы. Здесь крест не имеет ни силы, ни мудрости предков, Мы позабыли, что темной ночью следует прятаться. Тени мелькают в танце под лунным светом, Искры костра взлетают до самого неба. Ветер беснуясь взмывает вверх ветви деревьев, В танце своем взывает к милости. Туман окутавший наши глаза, Никогда не позволит увидеть воплощение леса. И в этот миг я слышу шепот листвы, Грима великий владыка леса, Покажи мне черный след на белом снегу. Весь этот мир для владык, Чьи имена люди давно позабыли. Этот миг лишь сон, Наше время ушло, Этот мир для владык.
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Ritual 06:58
Ritual I've seen a forest in my dream, it was burning with an autumn fire Alhough, it was empty, and no birds Were singining in its trees. In its high mountains the caves were gaping like mouths There were burning pot in the depths of those caves and smell of sulfur was spreading around And nude savages were leaping into the pots I wanted to follow them into the fire, But was stunned by unknown fear. The walls of the cave were rattling - "burn the flesh!" Ритуал Я видел во сне лес, Горевший осенним пожаром, Но он был пуст и птицы не пели. В высоких горах как пасти зияли пещеры, В их недрах горели костры И в воздухе пахло серой, Там дикие люди бросались в котлы нагими. Я больше всего хотел отправится в пекло за ними, От страха застыв, поддавшись неведомой силе. И стены пещеры гремели - плоть гори.
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Wolfberry 04:13
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Never get off the trail The trail leads into deep darkness, Meandering among the trees, Hiding from a man’s sight. I hear a cry, which then disappears. It belongs to the forest and death, Whose shadows stretch from the roots to the sky. A frightening emptiness lures me into that darkness, Where cries become nothing. Maybe there’s a real peace, Which may be broad only by death? Follow me, until you hear the birds singing. There’s only one trail, but the darkness around is so dense. Dead silence is deafening me. There’s nobody else around, A frightening emptiness lures me into that darkness. There’s nobody else around, Never get off the trail. Тропа Извиваясь среди деревьев, Увиливая от взглядов, Тропа ведёт за собой в глубинную тьму. Я слышу крик, А потом тишина, Принадлежащая лесу и смерти, Чьи тени тянулись от самых корней до небесного свода. Пугающее ничего манит в ту глубинную тьму, Где крик растворяется в никуда. Может быть там настоящий покой, Который принесёт только смерть. Следуй за мной вперёд, пока не услышишь пение птиц. Одна тропа и так много тьмы вокруг, Мертвая тишина режет слух. Там нет совсем никого, Пугающее ничего манит во тьму, Там нет совсем никого. Никогда не сходи с тропы.
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The Grief 07:14
The Grief It is said that eternity is a myth Everybody has his time of life. The time will come, and the lights will disappear, When she crossed your threshold. At this winter day, I saw How the cold eyes of the Grief Were burning and looking at me From my reflection in the water. And the soldiers that died in a battle Being tightly surrounded by enemies. And the sailor that sinked in the sea Both have seen her face at the end. Беда Говорят, что вечности нет Что любому отмерен срок. Наступит день и погаснет свет, И Она переступит порог. Этим зимним днём, В отражение глади воды. Увидал, как горят огнём Ледяные глаза беды. И солдат, что погиб в бою Плотно взятый врагами в кольцо. И моряк, что пошёл ко дну Тоже видел её лицо.
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The shepherds of the mountains and plains The beginning awaits for its end, The black stone lies where it should. And we hanging on the edge of the void Waiting for the last leaf to fall. Oh, my red forest, my cradle and grave, Where the shadows have their nest, And a black haze lurks. I won’t give away anything, The swamps will devour it. My throne is high and cold like an ice, We are the shepherds of the mountains, And we gaze toward the green skies. Пастыри гор и равнин. Начало ждёт своего конца, Черный камень всегда лежит на месте своём, А мы висим на краю пустоты И ждём когда же сорвётся последний лист. О красный лес, моя могила и колыбель, Где гнездятся тени И таится чёрная мгла. Я ничего не отдам, Болота пожрут. Мой трон высок и холоден как лёд. Царица леса восседает рядом с великим. Мы пастыри гор и равнин, Мы взираем вдаль зелёным небосводам.
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Tales of the Enchanted Woods is the second album by the Siberian atmospheric black metal band Grima, and it is now set for release by Naturmacht Productions on February 25.

Grima is two-person endeavor (Vilhelm and Morbius) that has existed since 2014 as a studio-only project, with a pagan ethos “based on the worship of the elder forest, its power and magic, where the Grima is a supreme god… a powerful spirit, who protects only those who live in a forest, and punishes everyone who does not respect nature”.

To repeat, Tales of the Enchanted Woods will be released by Naturmacht Productions on February 25th, 2017, in a 4-panel digipak edition. Here’s the full track list:

1. The Sentry Peak
2. The Moon and its Shadows
3. Ritual
4. Wolfberry
5. Never Get Off the Trail
6. The Grief
7. The Shepherds of the Mountains and Plains
8. The Sorrow Bringer

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released February 25, 2017

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Started in 2014 as a studio-only endeavor by two twins (Vilhelm and Morbius) from Siberia, Grima has gradually become a four-piece band, active both live and in studio.

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