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SVATOBOR - Into the Heart of the Deepwood [Metal] (2025)
Here is the English translation of the song’s lyrics:
Along the forest path a rider rushes,
on a white horse he gallops at full speed.
The woodland beasts hurry at his side
from the west, where the sun is already sinking.
Along the forest path a rider rushes,
on a white horse he gallops at full speed.
He senses that the end of this age
may be more dreadful than all the ones before.
He hastens deeper into the woods,
longing to enter their green embrace.
Yet a sinister fear weighs upon him,
that this time the threat is far too great.
Where nothing is sacred to humankind,
there the most terrifying calamities are born.
A true emptiness, a chasm
through which a mournful wind sweeps,
bringing only suffering and anxiety,
and horrors that know neither mercy nor compassion,
only the boundless torment of their victims.
And there comes a pain that can wound the soul
and leave deep scars
that never cease to burn
until it turns one’s very being into unbearable agony.
Along the forest path a rider rushes,
on a white horse he gallops at full speed.
The woodland beasts hurry at his side
from the west, where the sun is already sinking.
Along the forest path a rider rushes,
on a white horse he gallops at full speed.
He senses that the end of this age
may be more dreadful than all the ones before.
Wildly the heart of the deepwood beats,
soothing the newly arrived.
The one thing all long for
is to see the dawn reborn.
The rising of the sun into the sky,
like that very first one,
when the celestial gold was young,
and in its light to behold
that now so distant
and by many forgotten
wild world in which life
seemed different.
More natural and more sacred.
More natural.
And more sacred!
Along the forest path a rider rushes,
on a white horse he gallops at full speed.
The woodland beasts hurry at his side
from the west, where the sun is already sinking.
Along the forest path a rider rushes,
on a white horse he gallops at full speed.
He senses that the end of this age
may be more dreadful than all the ones before.