*** Hollenthon: "W.v.o.w.t.d." ***
Nie odważyłem się tłumaczyć tego na polski, ale jak ktoś czuje
sie na siłach to
zapraszam.
Y Draig Goch
From lands of the mountainous tundra
And the spirited
elvinwood
Where the woodlands give in to the whims
Of the lively yet
cynical wind
Taiga forests and boreal lights
In their splendor warriors
reside
Bow in reverence on sight
To the passing of wings and of might
Sleep with dragons
Theirs is the flame of
flames
Immortalized
In starlit skies
Swooping shadows of glorious red
Forging forth to the land
of the sun
To the fields where the yearning is grown
And the seeds of the
hopeful are sown
Jovial water and semblance of East
While the reapers bent
down over fields
Bow in revernce on sight
To the advent of wings and of
might
For minds that wonder
And eyes that roam
In fire
find The hidden lair
Winds and might
Immortalized
In starlit skies
Woe to the Defeated
Silence robs the mob its doctrine
While fictitious laughter,
grievous hails triumphant foe
Pointing fingers all accusing
Fading dust of
ages into a night of stone
Chorus:
Whispers Solace, "vae victis"
Can you spare
immortal tears?
Whispers Solace, "vae vicits"
Its murmur echoed far and
near
Ever watchful, fire breading
Its orphaned children
drink from empty wells of fatih
In unknown lair awaits the ember
Y Draig
Goch forceful spreads its golden wings
repeat chorus /x2
Can you spare immortal tears?
Its murmur echoed far and near
To Kingdom Come
Sentries of Fisterra wake
Gallant masses stir
Thy kingly
spirit throned among the hills
A call to arms young helpfuls
Fields of burning
toil
Beware of bleeding visions shattered
Chorus:
Fear not the tunder
Where earth meets the
sky
Slaves to the irons
Thy kingdom shall come
Wake from dreams to unfloding demons
Break the spell binding
with chains
Rage against the old tradition
Heed the woice singing courage
in the storm
Arise in mass from peaceful slumber
Providence draws
near
Craven tyrants cringe before ouf wrath
Sentries of Fisterra wake
Gallant masses stir
Thy
kingly spirit throned among the hills
Repeat Chorus
Fire Upon the Blade
Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn
Legions daringly soar over
moors
Well-tuned horns, dust of stars at their feet
Unafraid, brothers of
empire`s fight
Scent of smoke in the anguished sorrounds
The hours that
weave incantations
Escaped from the cauldron`s mystical rim
Lost in the
loom of the night of nights
The clashing of arms
Blood resting on leaf and on
thorn
Farewell to the radiant dawn
Dust of stars, well tuned-horns
Fire upon the
blade
Fire upon the blade