Goi, Rode, Goi!

If Yarilo is the moment of spring arrival, this track is the full-throated celebration of it — a pagan hymn that functions almost as a drinking song elevated into something sacred. The opening is immediate, no atmospheric buildup, just the band striking in unison with a folk-rooted riff that has the energy of a round being called at a feast. The accordion or hurdy-gurdy presence gives the track a rustic, earthbound quality that grounds the metal aggression in something geographic — this is clearly Eastern European sound, specifically Russian, with a directness and communal warmth that separates it from Scandinavian folk metal's more melancholic tendencies. Masha Scream's vocal delivery here leans heavily into her clean register, the singing carrying the spirit of traditional folk melody even as the guitars refuse to soften. The lyrics invoke Slavic tribal identity, calling to the people, to the old ways, to the gods of the land — there is a political and spiritual edge to the celebration, a declaration rather than merely a party. The chorus hits with the force of a crowd joining in, which is exactly the point — this song was always meant to be sung together. You reach for it when you want music that is proud without being aggressive, communal without being soft.