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Grief for an Idol

by Panychida

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    "Grief for an Idol" album released on CD as a result of cooperation between Paragon Records, Cursed Records and Werewolf Productions. The album comes out with 16 page booklet in jewelcase. Featuring V’ganðr of HELHEIM / TAAKE on vocals.

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1.
(lyrics by Honza V.) Nighttime rite, the autumn sky The time of rain, mountain slope Dead winter calls, three months of devotion Commemoration of the departed Ancestor’s veneration - the reverence The breath of night in the cold starlight Ethereal awe, the kiss of death Catharsis, purification of the flesh Spiritual cleansing, repudiation of the void Togetherness of the living, effervescence Nighttime rite, the autumn sky The time of rain, mountain slope Dead winter calls, three months of devotion Divine, divine fire, insight beyond the realm Climbing, climbing, higher, smelling the limestone smell Initiation, Pleiades rising, all souls feast Worshipping the dead, the dead eyes, the words of priest Nighttime rite, autumn sky The time of rain, mountain slope Dead winter calls, three months of devotion
2.
(lyrics by Honza Kapák.) How many years are to pass While washing gold in the river of vanity What sacrificial rites to be served While crushing walls of fake-faced morality I just wonder if there was any A pure essence of wordless synergy Whether some of those breathing here before us Weren´t facing the same flow of unspoken elegy Two untouched moments I praise Nature´s "welcome in" and "farewell" If only all dwell choices were so intuitive and clear So influenceless of their own ego spell Cursed be the wizzard puzzling out the entire truth Who of us could bear it and still stay sane Thats why we all are made to just hide and seek never missing the far, demarcated lane Two untouched moments I praise nature´s "welcome in" and "farewell" if only all dwell choices were so intuitive and clear so influenceless of own ego spell
3.
(lyrics by Honza V.) As our memories are fading, the time of new prophets is about to come History turns into myths and legends but their power is after centuries gone Let the centuries tremble, let my spirit fly through the times of lies I call you through the ages of oblivion Where is our father´s belief? Where is it gone? Let the centuries tremble, let my spirit fly through the times of lies I call you through the eons of time Obscurity has taken its price The faith of the folk of meadows, their rulers and noble lords. Fool, who calls the old names (Fool who calls the old names, who the forgotten wants to awake) I light the fire high, the wealth of times is burning, I call your name through the eons of time.(Made of gold, born to forsee) Hair is burning on the red-hot coal Your miraculous power, the secrets you know I ask you questions, when death is near You fall down to the ground, unleashing my fear The centuries bring the twilight, secret doctrines fade, new thoughts giving birth to newcomers to this land. (Fool who calls the old names, who the forgotten wants to awake) I call you through the ages, I cry in vain, the laughter sounds, the old words grow pale (Made of gold, born to forsee) As our memories are fading, the time of new prophets is about to come History turns into myths and legends but their power is after centuries gone
4.
(lyrics by Honza V.) I´ve been walking the lands following my steps on its steep winding path I´ve been sailing the seas, the oceans, a stranger appearing at night Some greeted me honestly, some of them banished me with their frowning eyes A guest of the kings, a fellow of beggars, venerating the early morning light I´ve seen silver stars in the cold desert nights I catch sight of sunset beyond the northern circle Stories of man about struggles of life, shedding bitter tears or sowing joyful smiles Shining in moonlight, the memories of old Sharing the wisdom, silent words of war I´ve met tribes, their women with children, their men in arms fighting to raise their honor Wandering man collecting names, forgetting faces, vanishing in haze Through water, through fire for the wisdom of old, the sincere, the liar will never be told There is a story behind each man, the clash and fight for their rights and their land Never to learn to sense the unity between the man and the Earth Never to learn to sense the unity between the man and the Earth Back home to lay the body to rest, to free the mind from the struggle ... welcome the end …
5.
(lyrics by Honza V.) Blank mind, empty soul, empty flask to become a potion of servitude … … gratitude, submissiveness to the stronger by age Blue open eyes, expecting no lies to hear Grateful for love you give, expecting your wisdom but the purpose is clear The day you will find it out, the day when the smile will fade That day is near. Suppressing the natural, teaching the culture of man The words are pure magic, their power poisoning the air Happiness dying out, lowering the velvet veil, velvet veil over the realms of secrets Convention and pressure, I´ll make you to play this game In the name of my God and through your mind, my holy thoughts shall prevail … forever prevail Give me your soul, for my Lord is the whisperer I´ll make you forget and leave just a thoughtless hole Once you will cry again, not knowing the reason why A lurking depression crawls into your vacant soul
6.
Doomsayer 02:05
(instrumental)
7.
(lyrics by Talic) ⰱ ⱑⰾⱏⰻⱗ ⱄⱅⱑⱀⱏⰻ • ⱀⰰ ⰲⱃⱐⱈⱆ ⱄⱅⰰⱃⱏⰺ ⰲⱗⰸⱏ • ⰳⰾⱘⰱⱁⰽⱁ ⰽⱁⱃⰵⱀⱐⰵ • ⰲⱑⱅⰲⱐⰵ ⰴⱁ ⱀⰵⰱⰵⱄⱏ • ⰾⰻⱄⱅⰲⱐⱑ ⱎⱓⰿⱏ • ⰲⱁⱀⱑ ⰿⱑⰸⰳⱏⰻ • ⱄⰻⰾⰰ ⰺ ⱆⰿⱏ : ⰴⱐⱀⱐ ⱑⱍⰵ ⰴⱐⱀⱐ • ⰿⰻⰿⱁ ⱑⰴⰵⱅⱏ ⰲⱁⰸⱏ ⰺ ⰸⰾⰰⱅⰰ • ⰶⰻⰲⱏⰻ ⰴⰰⰵⱅⱏ ⰾⱆⱍⱗ • ⱀⰰⱂⰾⱐⱀⱑⰵⱅⱏ ⱂⱁⰾⰵ ⰶⰻⱅⰰ : ⱄⰾⱐⰸⱏⰻ • ⰰⰽⱏⰻ ⱄⱐⱃⰵⰱⱃⱁ • ⱃⰻⱀⱘⱅⱏ ⱄⱗ • ⰸⰵⰿⰾⰻ : ⱉ ⱂⱑⱀⱐⰵ ⰴⱑⰲⰻⱍⰵ • ⰲⰰⰱⰻⱅⱏ ⱆⰿⱏ • ⰽⱃⰻⰾⱑ ⰺ ⱅⱑⰾⱁ ⱂⱏⱅⰻⱍⰵ • ⰲⰾⰰⱄⱏⰻ ⰰⰽⱏⰻ ⱄⰾⱏⱀⱐⱍⱐⱀⱏⰻ ⰾⱆⱍⱗ • ⱄⱐⱑⱙⱅⱏ • ⰲⰵⱄⱀⱐⱀⱘ ⱂⱑⱄⱀⱐ ⱅⱘⱍⱗ ⁘
8.
(lyrics by Honza V.) Ambrosia, Amanita muscaria Open the Gateway, brighten the senses The Eye of God, the hand of man To ecstasy through ritual madness Living and dead appear in the fire Numinous power bringing hysteria Body and mind obsessed with bliss Slowly the clarity is melted in mist Epiphany – the God that comes Triumphant – the one who knows Procession – from the place beyond Arrival – cult of the souls Arrival – cult of the souls He in the tree, runner in the woods Divinity deep in his mysteries Chaotic, ecstatic visions of old From beyond this realm, mystical possession Slowly fading – the light of this world Infinity liberating tormented human soul Living and dead appear in the fire Numinous power bringing hysteria Body and mind obsessed with bliss Slowly the clarity is melted in mist Ambrosia, Amanita muscaria Open the Gateway, brighten the senses The Eye of God, the hand of man To ecstasy through ritual madness
9.
Love Bombing 05:15
10.
Minnestund 04:04
(lyrics by V’ganðr) Som et tindrende sinne agerende mot den urett knusende som stein mot bakke Som et gysende hat med bladet fra rustne sverd rettet mot deres nakke Aldri mer skal vi forrådes Aldri mer skal de benådes Aldri mer skal vi synke mot havets bunn Men vi skal alltid huske denne minnestund Den Høyes tale er i oss lenket fast Når det rumlet og skyer brast Når det klarnet og vi så det skinne Da ble født vår arv, vårt minne Modige menn fra glemselens vann Vis øye for øye og tann for tann Et minne til handling og gjenoppreisning En dugnad til ære for det norrøne ting
11.
Perchta 05:47
Den za dnem, léto za létem, a nakonec smrt. Někdy stojí dlouho při dveřích, až pojednou vkročí náhle, znenadání. Někdy však se ohlašuje, nežli života ukrátí. Taková bývala víra a jest, že se ukazují znamení nastávající smrti, že slýchat podivné zvuky, jež věští blížící se poslední chvíle. Hlas sejčka, tajemné zaklepání nebo zvuk, jak by někdo prutem švihl po dveřích, po okně, nebo jiné oznamují blízké skonání. To jsou znamení obecná. Některým však rodům prý zvláštní znamení hlásila, že někdo z nich odejde cestou všech lidí. Tak měl-li kdo ze zemanů Strojetických zemřít, uviděl bílého vrabce, kdo z Příchovských, ten uslyšel pojednou troubení lovci trouby, láni psů a řehot koní. Když na hradě Rabí veliká černá skříň počala se náhle, zničehonic otřásat, když temný hluk z ní vycházel, tu jistě pak záhy smrtí sešel někdo z Dlouhovesských, Častolarů nebo Chanovských. Černínové před smrtí slýchali podivný zvuk, jako by někdo písek nebo štěrk sypal, Lobkovicové hlas zvonků, a když někdo z Kolovratů měl zhasnout, potil se v Ročovském kostele náhrobní kámen, pod nímž odpočíval jejich předek, někdy za Karla IV. na slovo vzatý. Některým rodům se zjevovala bílá paní. ... Kdykoliv se ukázala, mohli se v těch místech nadít nějaké události, veselé nebo smutné. Buď se někdo narodil, nebo zemřel, nebo svatby slaveny v tom rodě. A vždycky se zjevila v bělostném obleku, paní vážná, urostlé postavy, majíc hlavu rouškou zavitu jako vdova. Jen když něco žalostného nastávalo, mívala prý na rukou černé rukavičky. Zjevovala se v různou dobu: někdy v pravé poledne, nejčastěji v noci. ... A tu zněl její hlas jako ševel, jako tichého větru vání.

credits

released December 21, 2013

PANYCHIDA on this album is:
Vlčák – lead vocals, backing vocals.
Sinneral – guitars, programming, backing vocals.
Honza V. – guitars, lead clean vocals on “Krasatina”, “The Great Dance of Dionysus”, narration on “Don’t Tell Lies to Children“, backing vocals.
Talic – bass, lead vocals on “O veliji Vezě“.
Honza Kapák – drums, guitars, lead vocals on “Two Untouched Moments“.

Very special guests:
V’ganðr (of HELHEIM / TAAKE) – lead vocals on “Minnestund”.
Helča Petráková – bagpipes, flutes.
Lukáš Pavlovský – choirs.
Ladislav Šinkmajer - czech narration on “Perchta“.

All music by Panychida.
All lyrics by Honza V.; except: “Minnestund“ by V’ganðr, “O veliji Vezě“ by Talic, “Two Untouched Moments“ by Honza Kapák.
Narrated text on “Perchta” taken from “Staré pověsti české – O bílé paní” by Alois Jirásek.

Recorded at Hellsound studio, Čestice, Czech Republic between July and November 2013 by Honza Kapák (hellsound666@gmail.com).
Mixed and mastered at the same place, finished on 10th November 2013.
V’ganðr´s vocals recorded at Conclave studio, Bergen, Norway on 1st November by Bjørnar E. Nilsen.
Mr. Šinkmajer narration recorded at Jan Mikyska / Svendborg Brakes office, Prague, Czech Republic on 30th October 2013 by Sinneral.

Coverart and paintings by Moonroot Art
(www.moonrootart.blog.cz /moonroot@seznam.cz).
Layout and design by Lord Reverend Jim.
Band photo by Oskar999.
Panychida logo by Nargor.

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Panychida Plzen, Czech Republic

The band hailing from the Czech Republic evolved into distinctive mixture of black and traditional heavy metal after more than fifteen years of existence.
And it is the new album which takes the listener to the most fascinating journey on the south border of Bohemia, into the old times of Šumava mountains.
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