Verse 1
In the shadow of the gallows, where the iron hearts collide,
The echoes of a thousand souls cry out in pain and pride.
Cloaked in death's embrace, the battle’s rage ignites,
With blood-soaked memories haunting darkened nights.
War screams, they shatter the silence,
In the fury of the fight, hear the cries
of the violent.
We’re the forged, we’re the damned,
Burning bright in the chaos, together we stand!


Chorus
Rise, rise from the ashes, let your fury unfold,
In the heart of destruction, our spirits turn bold.
Scream into the tempest, let your battle cry soar,
In the wake of the dying, we rage forevermore.


Verse 2
Emerald blades glisten, under the pale moon's gaze,
War drums beat like thunder, a symphony of the crazed.
Through the wastelands we march, where the shadows take flight,
With fire in our hearts, we embrace the endless night.
War screams, they shatter the silence,
In the fury of the fight, hear the cries of the violent.
We’re the forged, we’re the damned,
Burning bright in the chaos, together we stand!

Chorus
Rise, rise from the ashes, let your fury unfold,
In the heart of destruction, our spirits turn bold.
Scream into the tempest, let your battle cry soar,
In the wake of the dying, we rage forevermore.

War screams, they shatter the silence,
In the fury of the fight, hear the cries
of the violent.
We’re the forged, we’re the damned,
Burning bright in the chaos, together we stand!

Chorus
Rise, rise from the ashes, let your fury unfold,
In the heart of destruction, our spirits turn bold.
Scream into the tempest, let your battle cry soar,
In the wake of the dying, we rage forevermore.

 


Rise From The Ashes (WIP)

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Your suitcase by the door again, another Thursday flight
Cash folded by the bedside, boarding pass held tight
Your phone lights up—three names you won't remember
While he's asking the babysitter if you're coming home in December

You're hunting something nameless in a stranger's bed
He's drawing stick figures with two heads

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

Watching from the corner booth, untethered and alive
You tell yourself that freedom means you don't apologize
But something flickers when a child's voice cuts the noise
The way you grip your glass destroys your poise

You're teaching him that staying isn't what the worthy do
He's learning love looks just like walking through

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

His height marks on the wall you'll never see
Your suitcase wheels have worn a groove into the floor
The key you threw away has rusted through
Every lock you own is haunted now by you

Scrape the ink, destroy the costume clean
Let him see the person, not the scene
The deadbolt's just a choice you make tonight
There's still a door, there's still a light

But small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching...

You won't take it off, the mirror knows
Another crowd, another pose
His small hand reaching through the empty air
Learning early that you were never really there

Small Hands

Kissing Holy Ground

Litvintroll - The Bald Sparrow

Litvintroll - Rock'n'Troll

Sunsurfer

"Сядь и успокойся" (с) альбом "Планета странных людей" 2016

2016 Factoreal - Сядь И Успокойся

10. Интоксикация (feat. Инна Горячая & Виктор 'МакЛауд' Корчагин)
Черный Кузнец, LP "Сверхъестественное", 2017
(Николай Курпан / Анастасия Фрид, Михаил Нахимович)

Сверхъестественное

Интоксикация

Интоксикация (feat. Инна Горячая & Виктор 'МакЛауд' Корчагин)

Ramm'band Live 2018

Ramm'band - Mann Gegen Mann (Rammstein live cover)

Litvintroll - Lasun (The Wild Man)
Promo track from upcoming album "Czornaja Panna"


The Wild Man
Music by Litvintroll
Lyrics by Varabeichykau


Put out that fire, trample down those charcoals -
The smoke is burning my eyes.
You are an unwelcome visitor, a villain in the night.
Your every breath rends my chest!

You walked into my home without asking for permission,
You have tortured my sons, raped my daughters.
You took my treasure, destroying what you could not take.
You drove your axe’s spike right into my side.

We used to be like brothers, you and I.
We lived side by side for thousands of years.
Many a horn filled with mead we raised
As we sat at one table with you.

Together we marched in line, shoulder to shoulder,
When the enemy raged beyond the wall.
Then you betrayed me, spitting in my face.
An insult I never forgave!

The wood closes its heavy treetops.
Go stray in the night, don’t come looking for a way back.
A beast will swiftly catch up with you.
Run away howling, run for your life, to perish all the same.
Mara will call your name,
Piercing your heart with a poisoned spear.
The final path will lead you as if into a bog…
Why did you betray me, my brother?

The fire of cruelty is burning my soul,
All around is covered in smoke!
Unworthy is the villain of the Wild Man’s revenge.
No more suffering - the roots have been filled up
With blood as with rainwater!




Lasun
Muzyka: Litvintroll
Slovy: Varabejczykau


Zatuszy ahoń, zatapczy wuhli -
Jedki dym dziare woczy maje.
Ty niazwany hość, lichadzej unaczy,
Kożny podych twoj maje hrudzi rwie.

Ty uwajszou u moj dom, nie spytau dazwoł.
Katawau synou, hwałtawau daczok.
Rabawau moj skarb, szto nie brau - kruszyu.
I siakiery u bok usadziu mnie szyp.

My ż byli raniej swajaki-braty.
Pobacz my żyli tysiaczy hadou.
Za adnym stałom szmat my uźniali
Dahary z taboj miedwianych rahou.

Szychtawaliś my da placza-placzo
Kali za murom worah lutawau.
Ty ża zdradziu mnie, plunuu mnie u twar.
I abrazy toj ja nie darawau.

Les zmyknie swaje ciażkija krony.
Unaczy zabłukaj, szlach nazad nie szukaj.
Źwier ciabie chutka dahonić.
Woj, biaży, uciakaj - usio adno, pamiraj.
Mara paklicza imia twaje,
Dzidaj atruczanaj serca prabje.
Ścieżka aposzniaja byccam u dryhwu zawiadzie...
Brat, czamu ty zdradziu mnie?

Śpiakaje lutaść duszu mnie,
Kurycca usio wakoł.
Nia warty złodziej pomsty lasuna.
Pakut nia treba bolej - napity karani
Krywioju, jak wadoju dażdżawoju!


Litvintroll - Lasun

Мой Враг

Litvintroll was founded in 2005 in Minsk, Belarus as a folk band performing traditional Belarusian music with modern arrangements and employing traditional instruments. Since the foundation, the band took part in a large number of folk music festivals across Belarus. In 2007, Litvintroll evolved into a metal band, while still following the folk traditions of the previous years, where ancient instruments played a leading part in their music.

In 2009, Litvintroll released the album entitled Rock’n’Troll. The release met with some success at home and received positive feedback from fans abroad. Rock’n’Troll covered a broad range of styles: from rock’n’roll to death metal, wrapped in the sound of traditional instruments. On that album, Litvintroll added a fresh, modern sound to ancient folk songs and a folk sound, to their own compositions.

During Rock’n’Troll tour the band performed at many festivals in Belarus and abroad. Among these were Menuo Judaragis and Kilkim Zaibu in Lithuania, The Days of Belarusian Culture in Poland, Viru Folk in Estonia, Northern Lights Festival in Austria, Black Troll Festival in Germany, Be Free in Ukraine, and more.

After a prolonged tour the band began recording a new album, called Czornaja Panna. It is a name of ghost of Nyasvizh castle, the spirit of the late Barbara Radziwill, who became the wife of King Sigismund II Augustus, was poisoned by her mother in law. The King did not put up with the death of the beloved and summoned her spirit, but the ritual was not performed correctly, that brought down a curse on him and all his family, and the spirit of Barbara remained forever locked in an old castle

New album sounds heavier than the previous one, with the influence of doom. The release was scheduled for the autumn of 2012, but this was not to happen.

On September 2, 2012, just days before the album was finished, tragedy struck. During a show in Homel, Belarus, bass player Aleh Klimchanka died from electric shock on stage.

Depressed by the incident, the musicians were about to discontinue the band, but six months later, they decided to resume activities. The album Czornaja Panna was released by the label Sound Age Productions April 15, 2013. It is dedicated to Aleh Klimchanka.
