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Elissabetha - THE PRICE OF THE OLD MAGICK (A Symphonic Metal Song)

Lyrics: VERSE 1 The veil collapses behind my back, Its silver threads dissolve in dust. The crooked path I dared to track Now coils around like ancient trust. The fire dims to hollow glow, The forest breathes a colder breath. A truth the old magick longs to show— No gift is free, not even death. ⭐ VERSE 2 The roots lie still in ashen rings, Their whisper sharp as frozen bone. The witch-wind folds its tattered wings— Its secrets now are mine alone. A distant laugh cuts through the dark, A voice that shapes the world’s old grief. Yaga steps forth with ember-mark— "You sought my fire… now pay my fee." ⭐ CHORUS Krov’ ognya… dolzhna zhit’ vo mne, (The blood of fire… must live in me) A bond no mortal soul can break. Staryy dolg… ty nesyosh’ vo t’me, (The ancient debt… you carry in the dark) For old magick always takes. Vet’my put’… zvonit tsenoy, (The witch’s path… rings with its cost) You walk the echo others failed. Ogon’ zovyot… sud’ba so mnoy, (The fire calls… fate walks with me) This is the price the old magick hailed. ⭐ VERSE 3 The earth beneath begins to crack, A heartbeat waking deep below. The spirits hiss, then circle back— They know the debt I now must owe. The shadows shift in hungry lines, They stretch like threads of woven flame. The forest shakes its ancient spines— It whispers low: "Remember my name." ⭐ VERSE 4 Baba Yaga steps in close, Her eyes two wounds of molten gold. "For every power you chose to hold, A piece of you I now must own." She places fire in my chest, A blazing brand I cannot quell. "The old magick never rests— It binds you to its spell." ⭐ CHORUS Krov’ ognya… dolzhna zhit’ vo mne, A bond no mortal soul can break. Staryy dolg… ty nesyosh’ vo t’me, For old magick always takes. Vet’my put’… zvonit tsenoy, You walk the echo others failed. Ogon’ zovyot… sud’ba so mnoy, This is the price the old magick hailed. ⭐ BRIDGE Krov’ gorit… ogon’ zhivet… (The blood burns… the fire lives…) Dolg staroy ved’my… ne zabyt… (The witch’s debt… never forgotten…) Tsena ognya… ty nesyosh’ navsegda… (The price of fire… you bear forever…) Stupay… no pomni… chya sila v tebe… (Walk… but remember… whose power is in you…) ⭐ FINAL CHORUS (1) Krov’ ognya… slysh’ golos moy, Witch-fire beats inside my chest. Staryy dolg… ya zhivu s ud’boy, The ancient debt will never rest. Vet’my put’… zvonit tsenoy, My steps ring heavy through the trail. Ogon’ zovyot… sud’ba so mnoy, This is the price behind the veil. ⭐ FINAL CHORUS (2) Krov’ ognya… ya stanu vverkh, (The blood of fire… I rise above) Though marked by witchfire’s burning seal. Staryy dolg… zhivyot vo mne, (The ancient debt… lives in me) A flame no shadow ever steals. Vet’my put’… vedet menya, (The witch’s path… leads me) Through fire, darkness, storm, and tale. Ogon’ zovyot… sud’ba moya, (The fire calls… my destiny) I walk the price— the old magick’s trail. ⭐ OUTRO Tsená… ognyá… zhivá… (The price… of fire… lives…) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Baba Yaga” is inspired by one of Slavic folklore’s most ancient and feared figures — a being born before churches, before kingdoms, before written law. An age where the forest was alive, where spirits listened, and where wisdom was never given freely. This album reimagines the myth as a sweeping symphonic metal opera: endless primeval woods, crackling ritual fires, whispered Slavic chants, bone fences gleaming in moonlight, and a crooked hut standing on chicken legs — watching. Here, the “witch” is not evil — but inevitable. Baba Yaga is judge, guardian, destroyer and teacher. She does not hunt the innocent — she tests those who dare to enter her realm. Desperate villagers, lost children, broken souls and seekers of forbidden knowledge cross the threshold of the forest. Some ask for power. Some ask for truth. Some ask for mercy. Not all survive the answer. One step into the woods. One bargain spoken aloud. One test of courage. And the forest decides. A powerful ensemble of voices — chanting, whispering, invoking, commanding — guides the listener through a world where nature judges humanity, where ancient law outweighs faith, and where survival depends on humility, not strength. “Baba Yaga” blends mythic storytelling with cinematic orchestration, folk-infused metal textures, and the emotional weight of a dark symphonic opera. △ What is “Elissabetha”? Elissabetha is a dark symphonic metal project bringing myths, legends and forgotten folklore to life through theatrical storytelling, ritualistic atmosphere and immersive cinematic metal. #BabaYaga #SlavicFolklore #DarkSymphonicMetal #FolkMetal #MetalOpera #DarkMyth #GothicMetal #CinematicMetal #Elissabetha #AIMusic #ConceptAlbum