Swamp, My Neighbour (2015)

by Svartby

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about

In previous chapters the creatures of Svartby got very lucky with hexing and pillaging peaceful peasant villages and having lots of fun. But at a certain moment destroying yet another hapless hamlet is no effort at all. So, what's next? And what are those walls and towers we behold beyond the pines...

A strong human city requires quite an imaginative approach. You can't head straight to the gates - well, it's war, that will result in casualties, and casualties among Svartby folk ain't no fun at all. So the masterminds of the Black Village made their choice: it will be a slow poisonous penetration rather than a dumbass attack.

We can't bring the city into the forest, but we can bring a deadly slimy environment to the city walls: the swamp. The mighty marshland offers a vast field of activities and experiments: mutated plants and creatures, raised zombies, viruses, vapors and maladies... You bet it would be exciting.

Welcome to the 4th chapter of Svartby storybook - The Swamp!

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released October 30, 2015

Line-up:

Gnofkes - vocals
Lindwurm - guitars
Humla - guitars
Fjällräv - bass
Giftsvamp - keyboards, voice in "Den Svarta Honungen"
Woopzy - drums

Guest musicians:
Darya Ivlitskaya - female vocals in "Goat Crack"

All music by Svartby
All lyrics by Giftsvamp
German translation for "Eisenstein" by Fabian Häcker
Swedish lyrics proof by Jack Wulff

Recorded by Alexey Bolotov (Nov 2014 - May 2015)
Mixed by Hiili Hiilesmaa (June 2015)
Mastered by Hiili Hiilesmaa (Sep 2015)

Artwork by Dmitriy "Impaga" Isakevich
Layout design by Elya Novoselov

CD can be purchased from the publisher Soundage Prod. at
eng.soundage.org/shop/goods.php?id=5556

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Svartby Санкт Петербург, Russian Federation

SVARTBY is a band from Saint-Petersburg, Russia that plays vivid, merry and brutal folk-metal in Swedish and English. The lyrics tell about wild magical creatures living in 'Svartby' (the fictional Black Village) - witches, imps, dwarfs - definitely unkind to human folk, but at the same time merry, nature-loving and nice living beings with a good sense of humor. ... more

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Track Name: Morbid Quag
Far, far 
Dark might has spread
Claimed the ancient forests

Weak, small
Razed hamlets
Left in desolation

What's beyond
The city walls
Ain't an easy target

Morbid scab
Of townsfolk
Reeks with human stench

Marshland
Spread around the walls
Witches
Bane the creatures of the swamp,
Swamp

Toads, sludge
Willows, moss
Sweet and wet smell of rot

Go for it, 
Accept the swamp
Quag's your next-door pal now

Green, yellow
Glaring eyes
Staring through mire fog

Muffled songs
Of slime and ooze
Slurped and whispered from the bog

Twisted
Gene pools
Molding flesh and herb

Raising
Dead bodies
From the grounds of glory

Mutated
Monsters creep
Greet new snouts and faces

Quaggy grounds
Instead of fields
Not a playground anymore
Track Name: Trojansk Råtta
Tänk på hur det går
När du inga avlopp har
Du kastar allting utför fönstret
För att ruttna där

Avskrädeshögar
Råttors koloni

Bara en råtta
Vederbörligt sjuk
Som sprider ångan 
Från häxors grytor

Trojansk råtta
Förhäxat skinn
Bär pest och sjukdom

Från hög till hög
Bringar den sjukdom
Från sitt skinn
Råttors koloni

Gula ångor höjer sig
Upp från smutsiga gator
Borgare, spy upp dina tarmar
Med kvällsmat, blod och var
Track Name: Goat Crack
Goat Crack, a misty gully
Filled with bushes, filled with thorns
Goat Crack, a tricky spot
Where goats are found and lost.

Goat Crack, a misty gully
Filled with bushes, filled with thorns
Goat Crack, a tricky spot
Where goats are found and lost

If some cattle went astray
While a shepherd was asleep
All the people know you may
Find it in - in the gully's deep

Meet shepherd lass Martha 
And her long, blond plait
And her big, big milk cans
Holding lads' breath

Meet shepherd lass Martha 
And her long, blond plait
And her big milk cans
Holding lads' breath

Good-hearted and a laugher
And goes out with all market
Striding through meadow
Goat gone - where to get it?

Goat Crack, Goat Crack - a misty gully
Goat Crack, Goat Crack - a tricky spot
Filled with bushes, filled with thorns
Goat Crack, Goat Crack - where goats are found and lost

Once she was gone
No one saw her for two weeks
Then back if nothing happened
Same soft arms and apple cheeks

But poor blokes moan
And VD rates grow
Mixtures all but fail
Dicks so green, keep falling off

If your husband's dick is gone
Then he visits Martha's shack
Blessed by curse from boggy gully
She is nick-named Goat Crack

Goat Crack, Goat Crack - a misty gully
Goat Crack, Goat Crack - a tricky spot
Filled with bushes, filled with thorns
Goat Crack, Goat Crack - where dicks are found and lost
Track Name: Karl's Egg Farm
There was a man
Whose name was Karl
All dirty beard and smoking socks,
He scratched his stinky balls

He had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
He bred his hens with love
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

They fit 
Every meal
Either lord or burgher
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

There was a witch
Whose name's a mess
All dirty hands and smoking warts,
She scratched her stinky toads

She had a farm 
With nothing more but poultry
Infesting it with toads and love
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

Hatch, hatch, 
Incubate, incubate
Cockerel eggs for the next shipment

Hatched, hatched
From famous eggs
Basilisks rip some fucking throats

All lords and burghers in the morning
Have for breakfast
Brand new "Eggs of Karl"

All town's a mess,
All panic through the streets
Greet Famous Farmer's Eggs

Greet Famous Farmer's Eggs
Track Name: Dead Boys
'Round the city walls
Grounds of fame, glorious battlefield
Ditches nursing bones
Both of enemy and defender

Fragrant smell of grass
Masked the stench of rotting corpses
Soldier flesh decayed
Bone keeps memory of what they were

Dead boys
Embrace the witch power
We give you morass powder
We give you rusty bullets

Dead boys
We give you life and purpose
We give you strength and focus
All for one - all for one village

Аrquebusier, musketeer, swordsmen
Rise from the graves to unlife, back in game
Rusty cuirasses, blades and rifles
All host back, back in action again

Rise and shine
Rise and smile
Creep and crawl
One more chance

We don't sow
We do harvest
Recycled squads 
Renewed, enhanced

Dead boys feel no pain
No remorse, no regret
And a rotten brain
Craves just what you make them crave
Track Name: Iron Stone
A sacred place
Beyond the city walls
A great obelisk
Of Iron Stone

Swords and axes shoved in
For city glory
City guards kneel while
Priests pray and tell the stories

Can't foresee
Any mischief
From sacred grove

Can't foresee
In your armor
You'll be stoved

Iron Stone draws all armor 
With men inside
At the very moment
They're fried alive

Can't get free
From the grip of Iron Stone
Plates and mails melt,
Burn flesh to the bone
Track Name: Herbal Giants
(instrumental)
Track Name: Bog Bar
Bog bar
Green staff
Green stuff
Acid liquors burn my guts

Bog bar
Misty, small
Reek hall
Crunchy nails will do for peanuts

Bog bar
Fart star
Contest
Highlight of the night so far

Bog bar
Passed out
Dweebs are
Considered snacks and won't wake up

Bog bar
Green staff
Green stuff
Acid liquors burn my guts

Bog bar
Misty, small
Reek hall
Crunchy nails for peanuts

BOG BAR!

Daybreak
Sharp-tooth
Snout
Slowly gnaws at neighbour's flank

Pickled
Zombie head
Staring
Out of a dusty tank
Track Name: Den Svarta Honungen
När hösten kommer 
Ta dina flaskor 
Honungsjakt
Börjar nu

Flytande nektar
Av svarta rosor
Finnes i 
Ihåliga mystiska träd

Mörka honungsbin 
Sömniga på hösten
Förhindrar inte
Hämtande grupper

När hösten kommer 
Ta dina flaskor 
Honungsjakt
Börjar nu

Den svarta honungen
För daglig mat
Den svarta honungen 
För läkemedel

Den svarta honungen
För borgmästarens fest 
Den svarta honungen 
Dyr som guld

Ingen märkte
Honungsbins
Röda ögon

Ingen märkte
Att den smakar 
Annorlunda

Ingen märkte 
Små svarta fläckar
Ingen märkte

Innan det var för sent
Svarta rosor växer nu 
Ut från gourmandens hud
Kvävdes av
Rosenblad
Track Name: Clock Tower
One, two
Grab your shoes
Grab your club
Clock Tower tolls

Three, four
Open the door
Off to townhall
Need befalls

One, two
Pushing through
Crowds as anxiety grew

Three, four
Mind your toes
Hear what city guards say

Stay or flee - it's up to you
Hide or fight - it's up to you
Squeal or roar - it's up to you
There's no way out

Call to arms, call to arms
Stand for your life
Call to arms, call to arms
You could survive this night

Knock, knock
Townsfolk
Herbal giants bash the walls

Tick-tock
Says the clock
Counting minutes until dawn

One, two
Pushing through
Crowds as anxiety grew

Three, four
Mind your toes
Hear what city guards say

Stay or flee - it's up to you
Hide or fight - it's up to you
Squeal or roar - it's up to you
There's no way out

Call to arms, call to arms
Stand for your life
Stand for your city
You could survive this night

Call to arms, call to arms
Stand for your life
Call to arms, call to arms
You could survive this night

One, two
Greenish goo
Floods the streets as people spew

Three, four
Add some gore
Zombies leak through ruined wall

Five, six
Minutes tick
Townspeople fight with sticks

Seven, eight
Guards are dead
And Clock Tower stands silent

Stay or flee - it's up to you
Hide or fight - it's up to you
Squeal or roar - it's up to you
There's no way out
Track Name: Eisenstein
Ein heiliger Ort
Außerhalb der Stadtmauer
Der schwarze Obelisk
Aus Eisenstein

Schwert und Axt sind kampfbereit
Für den Ruhm der Stadt
Die Wächter knien nieder
Während die Priester beten

Niemand kann 
das Unheil sehen
Das vom Wald herüberzieht

Niemand kann
Die Männer sehen
Die in der Rüstung qualvoll sterben

Der Eisenstein trifft alle Rüstungen
Mit den Menschen im Inneren
Und genau in dem Moment, 
Sind sie dem Tod geweiht

Niemand kann befreit werden
Aus dem Griff des Eisensteins
Platten und Nägel schmelzen
Fleisch verbrennt bis auf die Knochen