Hollenthon: "W.v.o.w.t.d."

*** 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  


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