🎟️ Tickets & tour dates: https://bnds.us/mp98ek Only shows in 2026 before a hiatus until 2027 Irdorath – Bestiarium album & book presentation tour Warsaw - 24.04 Poznań - 25.04 Berlin - 26.04 Prague - 28.04 (feat. @Deloraine ) Brno - 30.04 (feat. @Deloraine ) Kraków - 01.05 Special guest: @FurdaBand — “Vuzhalka”is a new single from Irdorath’s upcoming fourth studio album Bestiarium,inspired by creatures and stories from Belarusian mythology."V uzhalka" is a spirit from Slavic folklore — half girl, halfserpent, the lost soul of a young maiden who found refuge in the other worldwithin the family of the King of Snakes.The idea isrooted in ancient myth, but the song carries a much deeper contemporarymeaning. It was written inside a Belarusian prison, where the authors spent twoyears for their participation in resistance against dictatorship.Now rel eased in exile, the track becomes morethan a mythological retelling — it transforms into a personal and symbolicstatement about inner metamorphosis, survival, and the passage from one worldinto another. And yet it carries a quiet smile within it: the refrain speaksabout acceptance and trust in life’s flow — there is no need to regret the pastor fear the future. Everything changes, everything moves, and in the end,everything leads us forward into light and life. — Listen / stream: https://save-it.cc/foxy-records/vuzhalka — The lyric video made by: Motion designer - Aliaksandra Hrakhouskaya Illustrator - Kali Yulia Music - Irdorath Lyrics & Translation - Nadezhda Irdorath — Our Patreon: https://patreon.com/irdorath Our MERCH: https://fantotal.de/de/irdorath Our Webpage: https://www.irdorath.com/ — Lyrics (BEL): VUZHALKA 1. Kryŭdaj asvjechana ja, kryŭdaj ljudskaj, navat rodnamu baćku nie byla ja dačkoj, navat bratu svajmu ja siastroj nie byla, ich liuboŭi šukala — nie znajšla. Siabra adzin Maladzik škadoŭaŭ, maje slozki ščo nocy ŭ svajim srebre chavaŭ, i kali ad ludzi ja syšla nazaŭždy, nie pakinuŭ mianie, ašaptau ad biady: Prypeŭ: Dychaj, jak usie ludzi, što bylo — nie budzie, što budzie — nie abminie! Dychaj, heta nie ciahka i užo nie važka. Ci žyvyja my, ci nie… Ci žyvyja my, ci nie? Ci žyvyja my, ci nie? Ci žyvyja my, ci nie? Vužalka… 2. Čornaju nočču ŭ guščary leśnym ja hljadzieła na nieba, užo razviazvalas’ z im, cicha rušylis’ cenі, hlunajučy bol, z ceny vyjšau raptovna sam Vužyny Karol. Neruchomy i strachny. Ci mianie dychać, ci nie? Ja hljažu na jaho, jon hljaźi na mianie, a z niabiesaŭ nad nami śviatlom Maladzik pa ziamli vystilae miž nami ručnik: Prypeŭ 3. Vužyny Karol zalacisty ražok adadzieliuŭ ad karony, kinuŭ na ručničok, ja uzyšla na ručnik, padabrała ražok, tak ja stała ulublionaj z jaho dačok. Čalaviečuju doliu ja dapila da dna, i ŭ Vužynaj siami ja ciapier nie adna. Goryč laski ljudskaj pramiž siastroŭ znik, i gramčej, čym raniej, mnie pjaje Maladzik: Prypeŭ Translation (ENG): VUZHALKA 1. I was consecrated by human cruelty, I was never a daughter to my own father I was never a sister to my own brother I searched for their love — but none I could find. My only friend pitied me every night, The Young Moon hid my tears in his silver light, And when I made up my mind to leave all behind, He stayed by my side, and whispered me back from my doom: Ref. Breathe, like all people do. What was — we won’t come back to What will be — will be, anyway! Breathe. It is not that hard they say. Are we alive, or not… Are we alive, or not? Are we alive, or not? Are we alive, or not? Vuzhalka… 2. In the dark of night, deep in the forest thick, I looked up to the sky, and bid farewell to him Shadows flowing in silence, swallowed my woes, Straight from the darkness, the Snake King arose Motionless, dreadful — should I breathe or not? I’m looking at him, he looks straight at me, And from heavens above, the Young Moon with his light, Spreads a ritual cloths on the ground between us: Ref. 3. The Snake King removed a golden horn From his crown and laid it upon the ritual cloth. I stepped forward and took the horn in my hands - Thus I became the most beloved of all his daughters. I drank my human fate down to the very last drop. Now I am not alone, I am part of the serpent family. The bitterness of human kindness faded among my sisters, And the Young Moon sings to me louder than ever: Ref. — Subscribe and stay tuned - this is just the first in a series of live videos we'll be releasing soon! Listen on these music platforms: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/61zGnTDShMqVKxVuAKzMC2?si=4GHojQX_Q-y8RUba2qbodA&nd=1&dlsi=355dc83a7db64f3e Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@IrdorathBY Stay updated on our news: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/irdorath.by/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@irdorath_folk_band Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Irdorath.by/ #Irdorath #PaganFolk #slavicmythology