Noituri, a Karelian Witcher

Burn Butcher Burn Screenplay, Director, and Cinematographer: Victor Daviduke Assistant: Dmitri Usichenko Noituri: Jacob Schnol Viscount de Lettenhof: Serge Lavrentyev Bounty Hunter: Yvan Pleshakov Vikings: Dmitri Vasilevski, Eugene Solotin Bandits: Yvan Pleshakov, Eugene Solotin, Dmitri Vasilevski, Oleg Lavrentyev Monk: Alexander Sukhorukov Courier: Dmitri Usichenko Roach: Octavia Fight Choreography: Jacob Schnol Lyrics: Joey Batey, Olga Klochneva Composer: Joseph Trapanese Sound Engineer: Anton Yakumolski Assistants: Alex Kozhakov, Artyom Mamontov Performer: Serge Lavrentyev Backup Vocals: Anna Kravt SFX: Artyom Mamontov, Michele Gentile, Dmitri Minchukov VFX: Dmitri Evstyunichev, Michele Gentile Makeup: Margarita Avoyan Special thanks to the “Polar Odyssey“ museum for the Varangian ship “Rurik,“ Grigori Zorin for the recording studio “Star Track Records,“ Arkadi Fateyev for Grigori Zorin, Alex Ovcharenko for Jacob Schnol, Alex Tigushkin for Victor Daviduke, and the historical clubs “Armé“ and “Black Sword Fighters“ for the stunt fighters. Locations in Karelia: White Bridges Waterfalls, Uxinski Esker Ridge, Hirvas Volcano, Onega Shardon Archipelago, Suolužmägi Village, Grand Vaara Mountain. Idea and Producer: Serge Lavrentyev © MMXXIV Metelilainen Studios metelilainen@ I hear you’re alive, how disappointing… I’ve also survived, no thanks to you Did I not bring you some glee Mister, oh, look at me Now I’ll burn all the memories of you All those lonely miles that you ride Now you’ll walk with no one by your side Did you ever even care With your swords and your stupid hair? Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you What for d’you yearn? It’s the point of no return After everything we did, we saw You turned your back on me What for d’you yearn? Watch that butcher burn Сколько миль ещё впереди, Их пройдёшь теперь совсем один Не заботясь ни о чём, Машешь глупым ты своим мечом, А я смеюсь, Когда жгу за собой все мосты Ну что ж, прощай, Вернуть былое не мечтай После стольких вместе пройденных миль Ты позабыл меня Ну что ж, прощай! В огне, мясник, сгорай! At the end of my days when I’m through No word that I’ve written will ring quite as true as “burn!“ Burn, butcher, burn Burn, butcher, burn Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn Watch me burn all the memories of you Сгорай…