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Haggard - Tales Of Ithiria Haggard - Tales Of Ithiria |
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oakorduj | Rok vzniku: 2008
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Poznámka: Text je prepísaný z originál bookletu cd.
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*** Autor textu: Haggard *** Autor hudby: Haggard | Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra
Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra
Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem
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
Thought an axestrike i have lost
The ability to see
And the ones we love will fall
Now my child, your time hath come
Like autumn leaves
Mercy – not , with those you´ll harm
On these endless fields
Wrap your fingers ´round your sword...
...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
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
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)
A secret to hide
(Rex tremendae majestatis)
A legend to tell
(Libera eas)
Drowned in the waters of time
(Misere 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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