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The Midday Herbs

from Gods Have No Home by Eoront

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«Травы древних могил, мы взросли из камней и праха,
К зною из ночи и тьмы, к солнцу на зов возросли.
К полдням вынесли мы, трепеща от сладкого страха,
Мёртвые тайны земли

В зное полдней глухих мы пьянеем, горькие травы.
Млея по красным холмам, с иссиня-серых камней,
Душный шлём фимиам — благовонья сладкой отравы —
В море расплавленных дней»
Максимилиан Волошин, 1908


English translation:
"Herbs of eldermost graves, we’ve grown up from the stones and the dust
To heat from darkness of night, sun’s command giving us birth
Trembling with fear so sweet, to the middays we have brought to last
Deadly enigmas of earth

In the heat of the forgotten middays we drink, bitter herbs we are
Fainting over red hills, from bluishness of the black stones
We produce suffocating incense, the smoke of sweet poison
In the sea of molten days"

Maximilian Voloshin, 1908

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from Gods Have No Home, released November 6, 2020
Lyrics: Max Voloshin, 1908

English translation by Vitaliy Bedokur

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Eoront Krasnoyarsk, Russia

Eoront is an atmospheric black metal project from the heart of Siberia, Krasnoyarsk city

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