Текст песни Haggard - Chapter I - Tales Of Ithiria

Tales of Ithiria
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Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem [English translation: When the heavens and the earth shall be moved When you will come to judge the world by fire] My son, now listen what I say: Keep in mind what you have learned Wrap your fingers 'round your sword Maybe you will not return Thousands that we once have been Only a few are still here I've to give this sacrifice... ... oh, the autumn brought us fear! My life, my blood, my tears, my pain I'm the guardener of thee Through an axestrike I have lost The ability to see Now my child, your time hath come Mercy - not with those you'll harm Wrap your fingers 'round your sword... (And the ones we love will fall Like autumn leaves On these endless fields) ... as the horn sounds the alarm! Und als der Sturm begann Als Fleisch auf Eisen traf Hell wie der Glocken Klang Die Schreie derer, deren Glück versagt Mit Wunden übersät Der Eichenhain ihm Schutze bot Wie die Legende sagt War dies des Vaters sich'rer Tod Now that all silence was disturbed The Ground, as red as autumn leafs Father Frost, the last they feel On these mighty, endless fields Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem Hush hush, my child Mother death is your bride If you listen her song you will follow So better beware Let your senses take care Your innocent mind will be hallowed A step in the dark (Miserere Dominus [English translation: Lord, have mercy]) A secret to hide (Rex tremendae majestatis [English translation: King of tremendous majesty]) A legend to tell (Libera eas [English translation: Free them]) Drowned in the waters of time (Miserere Dominus) A secret to hide He holds Wisdom of ancient times A parchment with numbers and rhymes Fear speaks the spell to survive The circle of druids - alive! They all gathered in the night Within the torches light As their slumber did awake So I did wish a thousand times Mother Death would come to me In her arms I will entwine And I'm rising up to thee Now my child, my time hath come Mercy - not with those I'll harm I wrap my fingers 'round my sword... ... as their horn sounds the alarm! Now the winter begins On this endless fields
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