The text of this song was created from the two Belarusian traditional spells against thunderstorm. One of them ("Piarun-Piarunie") was used at the time of harvest. Authentic performance of it can be found in the short film "Movement of the Earth" - "Рух Зямлi" (www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4Sj5_hQ6mo). It is probably one of the few texts, preserved through direct folk tradition, that contains an appeal to pagan deity (Piarun), not to his Christian substitutes. Another part is based on the spell from the book of Polesian spells, recorded near Homel in 1982. It was used in case of meeting thunderstorm while traveling.

Piarun Piarunie
Pamažy Boža
Chmaru adahnaci
Dy za tyja lasy ciomnyja
Piarun Piarunie

Piarun Piarunie
Pamažy Boža
Chmaru adahnaci
Dy za lasy ciomny
Dy za lasy ciomny
Za hory vysoki
Pamažy Boža
Chmaru adahnaci

Idzi hraza
U čystaje pole
Tam sam Haspodź
Ciabie dažydaje
Załatyja klučy
Vynimaje
Siarebranyja zamki
Admykaje

Piarun Piarunie
Pamažy Boža
Chmaru adahnaci
Dy za lasy ciomny
Dy za lasy ciomny
Za hory vysoki
Pamažy Boža
Chmaru adahnaci

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Пярун Пяруне
Памажы Божа
Хмару адагнацi
Ды за тыя лясы цёмныя
Пярун Пяруне

Пярун Пяруне
Памажы Божа
Хмару адагнацi
Ды за лясы цёмны
Ды за лясы цёмны
За горы высокi
Памажы Божа
Хмару адагнацi

Iдзi граза
У чыстае поле
Там сам Гасподзь
Цябе дажыдае
Залатыя ключы
Вынiмае
Сярэбраныя замкi
Адмыкае

Пярун Пяруне
Памажы Божа
Хмару адагнацi
Ды за лясы цёмны
Ды за лясы цёмны
За горы высокi
Памажы Божа
Хмару адагнацi

Chmara

Amber tongues of fire leap,
Through the veil where secrets sleep.
A thousand hues in cadence way
Paint and flame lead the night away.
Bodies adorned in colors rare,
Crimson, ivory, braids of hair,
Antlers rise and bellows sing,
The spark of light is igniting.

Underneath the star lit veil see,
The Painted Queen, 
We, we are ancestors, 
you will find, 
Underneath the fiery wreath is, 
Our May Queen, 
We, we see far, 
For The light is here.

Beneath her feet, the drummers pound, 
A rhythm that wakes the slumbering ground.
The Green Man bows, in reverent awe, 
To the Queen of Fire, the primal law.

The May Queen rises, her visage wild, 
Her face a canvas, earth’s fierce child.
And through her beauty, raw and untamed, 
The spirit of Beltane is reclaimed.

Underneath the star lit veil see,
The Painted Queen, 
We, we are ancestors, 
you will find, 
Underneath the fiery wreath is, 
Our May Queen, 
We, we see far, 
For The light is here.

Her body is ivory, woven with grace, 
Runes of the cosmos etched on her face. 
Each color a spell, each line a prayer, 
Binding the realms through the midnight air.
Her body is ivory, woven with grace, 
Runes of the cosmos etched on her face. 
Each color a spell, each line a prayer, 
Binding the realms through the midnight air.

Underneath the star lit veil see,
The Painted Queen, 
We, we are ancestors, 
you will find, 
Underneath the fiery wreath is, 
Our May Queen, 
We, we see far, 
For The light is here.

For in this circle we are one, 
Dancers sing to the rising sun,
Voices blend in wild harmony,
Echoes of light setting us free.

For who the queen of fire rise,
Guides us through these ancient skies
With arms wide she leads the way,
Into the heart of the sacred day.

Underneath the star lit veil see,
The Painted Queen, 
We we are ancestors, 
you will find, 
Underneath the fiery wreath is, 
Our May Queen, 
We, we see far, 
For The light is here.

Our May Queen

Mjölnir - The hammer of Thor, is his weapon of choice. It's the harbinger of thunder & lightning, the bane of giants and has become a powerful symbol in norse mythology and for pagans all over the world.

Mjölnir

In memory of Norbert Čapek, featuring harp, bodhran and vocals

A Hundred Flowers

Valhalla awaits

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