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DIBROVA  - Там де ти (mood video)

Silva Carbonis,
shadows gather in the march,
umbrae walk by dusk,
no sun crosses this land.

Umbrae, umbrae—
whisper through the trees.
Tenebrous wind,
the forest never sleeps.
Umbrae, umbrae—
marching out of time,
lost to the ash
and the blood-dark pine.

Atrous branches sway,
fumus curls from roots below,
the wind sings of ash,
all paths burn and go.

Umbrae, umbrae—
whisper through the trees... (etc.)

A striga calls with barked tongue,
children silent, breath undone.
Venator kneels in prayer,
Silvanus in the air.

Buried in cinis,
gladius with curse and flame—
maledictus blade,
whispers all the same.

Umbrae, umbrae—
shadows born of grief.
Lemures rise,
no soul finds relief.
Umbrae, umbrae—
marching without end,
Silva Carbonis,
our beginning and our end.

I. March of the Tenebrous
Silva Carbonis,
shadows gather in the march—
umbrae walk by dusk.

II. The Black Grove
Atrous branches sway,
Fumus curls from roots below,
the wind sings of ash.

III. Whisper of the Striga
A lone striga calls—
tongue like bark, breath cold with fear,
children still their cries.

IV. The Cursed Blade
Buried in cinis,
gladius of kings long dead
burns with maledictus.

V. Venator’s Vigil
Venator kneels,
eyes to the night-bled canopy—
a prayer to Silvanus.

VI. Among the Lemures
Whispers in the fern—
not leaves, but lemures’ feet.
The Waldgraf turns pale.

VII. Dawn Over Obscura
The bosco obscura
spills light like bleeding metal.
No birds dare to sing.

I. March of the Tenebrous
Silva Carbonis,
shadows gather in the march—
umbrae walk by dusk.

II. The Black Grove
Atrous branches sway,
Fumus curls from roots below,
the wind sings of ash.

III. Whisper of the Striga
A lone striga calls—
tongue like bark, breath cold with fear,
children still their cries.

IV. The Cursed Blade
Buried in cinis,
gladius of kings long dead
burns with maledictus.

V. Venator’s Vigil
Venator kneels,
eyes to the night-bled canopy—
a prayer to Silvanus.

VI. Among the Lemures
Whispers in the fern—
not leaves, but lemures’ feet.
The Waldgraf turns pale.

VII. Dawn Over Obscura
The bosco obscura
spills light like bleeding metal.
No birds dare to sing.

Umbrae, Umbrae / March of the Tenebrous

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