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TEARS (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword)
6:17 114 0 11 лет
Лицензия
Жанры
Блэк-метал
Альбом
FireStorm
Студия
World Chaos Prods. /japan
Текст
Tears (Tears will wash off Blood from my Sword) Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws No way out, but we will face the death The sword or bog is better then the enemy’s scaffold Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose The crusaders stamp across our native lands The Steel craves for the battlefield Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight We know we cannot save our land We know that today we will join our ancestors No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore Our earthly paths seem to be gone through The enemies’ camps are promising loss with their fires The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses’ neighing Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster The armors will reflect the bloody dusk Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers’ sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt Craving for murder and insanity, close connection. Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land Under the mask of endless good They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The flame in sacred thicket died away And cold welded the whole world right away And merely the curtain of cold rain Coupled with despair is ruling here They came to make the people kneel And make us cattle The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help I see the Raven… His wings are ousting sky He’s soaring above the death like a black shadow That’s the soul of Prussian land. Tears will wash off blood from my sword The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart And with the pure sense of a free man I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory …