Ancestral Forces | UKR | SLAVIC GODS - Slavic Pagan Folk Music

**IMPORTANT** There's no political intent behind this music. There's only room here for the love of history, mythology, and music. From the deep whispers of the Dnipro River to the moonlit dances in the forest, “Ancestral Forces” is a haunting tribute to the old Slavic spirits and gods who still live in the breath of nature and memory. This powerful Ukrainian folk-ritual chant honors the divine and mystical beings of ancient lore. This is the second piece of the "Slavic Gods" collection, a work that features songs in eight languages of the Slavic peoples, representing the richness of their territory and heritage. These aren’t just stories, they are echoes of a time when the land was sacred and every whisper of wind held meaning. This song is a call to remember, to feel the pulse of your ancestors and keep the ancient fire alive. Let the earth hear your voice. Let the old gods rise in song again. 🌿Lyric UKR: Там, де шумить Дніпро глибокий, Де вітер співає над полем широким, Живуть ще духи, як тінь у воді, Старі боги, не в забутій біді. ***Слухай, земле, мій спів летить, Про тих, хто в серці ще буде жить. Велес, Мокош, Перун-громовержець — Вони, наш рід, наш древній спадок-вінець. В лісі дрімає Лісовик сивий, Охороняє коріння й спокій живий. А в ніч глибоку по річці пливе Русалка, пісню любові несе. Мавки в танцях під місяцем світлим, Шепочуть правду вітрам несвітлим. Домовик в хаті, оберіг родинний, Хранитель тепла в душі невгасимий. Світло забуто не гасне в пітьмі, Живе воно в казці, в слові, в мені. Поки ми пам’ятаєм їхній слід, Не згасне прадавній український рід. 🌿 English Translation: There, where the deep Dnipro roars, Where the wind sings above the wide field, Spirits still live, like shadows in the water, The old gods, not lost in forgotten sorrow. Listen, O land, my song takes flight, About those who still live in the heart’s light. Veles, Mokosh, Perun the Thunderer, They are our kin, our ancient crown and banner. In the forest slumbers the grey-haired Lisovyk, Guarding the roots and the living peace thick. And on a deep night, floating down the stream, A Rusalka carries a song of love and dream. Mavkas dance beneath the bright moonlight, Whispering truth to winds without sight. The Domovyk at home, the family’s charm, A keeper of warmth, a soul’s quiet arm. Forgotten light does not fade in the dark, It lives in the tale, in the word, in the spark. As long as we remember their ancient trace, The Ukrainian line shall not be erased. Follow for more epic Norse and Slavic music: 🗡️ Instagram:   / lluctyrson   🎧 More Norse musical journeys: 👉 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/arti... 👉 Apple Music:   / lluc-tyrson   👉 Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0DX... ⚡ Subscribe and join the path of the wise. Your presence here gives life to these ancient words. #SlavicMythology #UkrainianFolk #AncestralSpirits #PaganMusic #EpicFolk #Perun #Veles #Mokosh #ForestSpirits #LlucTyrson #Rusalka #Domovyk #MythicMusic #DarkFolk #SlavicSoul #AncestralForces