H A G G A R D
Awaking The Centuries
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Aides moi... |
Help me... |
Suffering dementia
Unchains the secret's bearer
Unholy visions "God forgive me!"
Are coming nearer - coming nearer, Amen!
Lux perpetua, domine
Dementia slowly unlightens the mind
And satan steals the morninglight
Domine
Viju svet V notschi tumanoi
Ne prognat mne prisrak strany
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
So God has found him weeping
And wrath flickered deep withing His eyes
So thy shalt suffer
As long ago the one's been crucified
The keeper of the Lord's mark
Is rising up with this ability
Heavenly damnation
So thou shalt trust the seer...
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
Gorit, Gorit V notschi
We are writing the
year 1543 AD, the time the black plaque struck
Agen, here Michael Nostradamus lived with his wife and two
children.
He confidently began to treat his felow citizens, but -
unfortunately - was
not able to save his family from his old enemy...
The final victory
Has crushed the autumn silence
The vinal victory
Has crushed the autumn silence
Mortius, domine, lux perpetua luceat
Mortius, domine, lux perpetua luceat
Mortius, domine
Viju svet v notschi tumanoi
Ne prognat mne prisrak strany
Svet Negasnusei svetschi
Gorit, Gorit v notschi
So God has found him weeping
And wrath flickered deep withing His eyes
So thy shalt suffer
As long ago the one's been crucified
The keeper of the Lord's mark
Is rising up with this ability
Heavenly damnation
So thou shalt trust the seer...
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Awaking the
Centuries
In the books of what will be
Written by the demon lord?
Never lift your head up to the east
'cause darkness wakes the best!
Der
Kerzen Schein |
The
candle's glow |
So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
The knowledge, brought to the world
Is growing with a bitter taste
In a dream I saw things that will be
Centuries away
Des
Mondes Schein |
The
moon's glow |
So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
The night when evil steps out of the dark
And the cross is rising again
And fires are keeping the light
Burn, my friend...
And the sign of humanity is burning tonight
I can't escape from this ritual silence
Humanity's burning tonight
When I open my eyes
I see soldiers in the fields
Dead bodies on the ground
There are children inbetween
Explosions shock the land
And the evil shows its face
The one called Hister rises
This is the fall of grace...
Beast ferocious from hunger will swim across rivers
The greater part of the region will be against the Hister
The great one will cause it to be dragged in an iron cage
When the German child will obcserve nothing
In the books of what will be
Written by the demon lord?
Never lift your head up to the east
'Cause darkness wakes the beast!
Der Kerzen Schein
Er leuchtet fahl
Als das Sonnenlicht er stahl
Und nur das grosse Himmelszelt
Bezeugt das Ende dieser Welt
So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
The knowledge, brought to the world
Is growing with a bitter taste
In a dream I saw things that will be
Centuries away
So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
And the sign of humanity is burning tonight
I can't escape from this ritual silence
Humanity's burning tonight
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As the evining
breaks
The night awakes
And the land is mournfully wrapped in silence
Sorrow last
And remains the past
Cause this will be my ending day
Then the moonlight dies
And torches rise
See the crowd longing for the ritual burning
Holy rimes, as the churchbells chime
Cause this will be my ending day
Silent thief
Take me away
Let my soul rest in the realm of fairytales
And as the fire enlightens the dark
I see the face bewildered with guilt
And nobody's speaking a word
And the dark night enters
See the soul that's coming out of darkness into light
Pictures, I can't fight
Appearing in front of my eyes
Like silhouettes in the night
Like they give bread to the beggars
They get ready for the feast
Cruelty absorbed by their eyes
Within this midwinters breeze
Silent thief
Take me away
Let my soul rest in the realm of fairytales
And as the fire enlightens the dark
I see the face bewildered with guilt
An nobody's speaking a word
And the dark night enters
And the dark night enters
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Out beneath the
nightly sky
Squat down on the ground
His breath warms up the wintry air
The truth hurts, that he found
He might be the chisen one
The one, allowed to see
God's eye for the human race
That ends in misery
Nobody knows...
That it is real, nobody knows... that it is real!
It's so powerful to foresee
With diving astronomy
The light inside the crystal soul
Protecs me from the wintry coldness
But a dark might is on the lead
And thy scares start to bleed... again...
And Michael
Nostradamus began to wander
Through Europe for the next sixyears, where
He first became aware the awakening of
His prophetic powers
So god has found him weeping
And weath flickered deep withis his eyes
For thy shalt suffer
As long ago...
Sadness comes from deep inside
There are so many shades of winter
His breath warms up the wintry air
Punishment to all the sinners
Demenia slowly unlightnes the mind...
So god has found him weeping
And wrath flickered deep withis his eyes
For thy shalt suffer
As long ago...
Your wish shalt be denied...
So do you hear the echoes of the ones that'll slowly die?
Prophecy fulfilled
And torture comes at midnight
A dark sign's burning brighter than the light
So do you hear the echoes...?
Out beneath the nightly sky
Squat down on the ground
His breath warms up the wintry air
The truth hurts, that he found
He might be the chosen one
The one, allowed to see
God's eye for the human race
That ends in misery
Nobody knows...
That it is real, nobody knows... that it is real!
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Rachmaninov: Choir
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