Wintermorph - melodic black metal in Russia

Very recently the Russian black metal duo Wintermorph contacted me on Facebook to let me know about their three-song recording called Flames. The total duration time is a bit over 17 minutes. Alex Evensen (from the instrumetal black metal project Frostnatt) takes care of the instrumentation and lyrics while the vocals are done by N. Yesterday and today I have been listening to the three songs. Die-hard fans of tremolo-focused melodic black metal may find the recording to be in their field of preferences. In my opinion, the guitar work, and in particular the melodic black metal melodies (tremolo picking), is a highlight. Of course, the rest of the music, whether it's the prototypical black metal shrieking or the keyboards, has to work for the songwriting to be pleasing. There are some sad or morose feels in the background that sometimes come forward a bit more, making the music seem a bit more moody while still maintaining the overall general style of melodic black metal.

The lyrics are in Russian and seem to concern nature, land and history in a general way. Looking at the lyrics with an online translator does not reveal lyrics about the typical U.S. or Western European clichés with Venom-descended lyrics. Read for yourself a sample from the songs. This is a translated version, of course, because I do not know Russian.

Under the glow of sunset, through the lines of branches -

The forest is shrouded in a veil, the wind beats from the steppes.

My long trail is tangled - the path is hidden among the shadows,

Only the darkness on the horizon becomes blacker.

Under the summer heat and smoke of fires,

Under the tears of autumn and bird's play,

Through the needles of cold and blizzards, rage -

The hordes have overtaken my native land.

I left my house in deep sadness,

In one of the harsh winters for the motherland.

The rabble and the mob shouted at my back:

"Themselves did not live and we will not give you!"

Through the impenetrable darkness of the dense forest,

Voices lead us along the animal path.

And there will be no place for nobility -

While above us the bottom of the spit.

Under the summer heat and smoke of fires,

Under the tears of autumn and bird's play,

Through the needles of cold and blizzards, rage -

The hordes have overtaken my native land.

I left my house in deep sadness,

In one of the harsh winters for the motherland.

The rabble and the mob shouted at my back:

"Themselves did not live and we will not give you!"

A long time ago - we were one,

But the road to the east separated us.

He made many of us different,

The light of the heart that shone for the ancestors has faded.

Flames by Wintermorph

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