Rhapsody of Fire - The Wizards Last Rhymes | Текст песни

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• Rhapsody of Fire
• The Wizards Last Rhymes

The aim of the serpent,
the serpent's creation
reveals itself now trough
crystal spheres
He's riding the waves
as a real conqueror
colliding with ships,
the ships of the kings
He owns... your sword!

The emerald weapon,
the steel of the heroes
Flow the black tears
of dark angels
Your blade is now
serving the dark force...
the evil source of
the unborn
the truth is there...
in this hands

QUANDO CORPUS
MORIETUR FAC UT
ANIMAE DONETUR

Starless is my night,
silent is my ride
trough the paradox
of wishdom... to the
sea of souls
Nel silenzio
tragiche realta'...

FIRE IS BLAZING FAST
ACROSS THE BLOODY
RED SEA
THE SUNLIGHT IS
FADING ON HIM
THESE ARE THE WIZARD'S
LAST HOLY SIGHTS...
THE WIZARD'S LAST RHYMES

We are reaching the brutal,
the tragic dimension
led by reflections,
reflectios of death
the ghost in the fog...
wander lamenting
while violence devours
my wasted brain
Let me... awake!

The astral bewitchement
is the fatal witness
of created surge of chaos
I reflect the constellations' fall
Now close your eyes
and fight blind
The moon is dying,
don't fear his might

QUANDO CORPUS
MORIETUR FAC UT
ANIMAE DONETUR

Starless is my night,
silent is my ride
trough the paradox
of wishdom... to the
sea of souls
Nel silenzio
tragiche realta'...

FIRE IS BLAZING FAST
ACROSS THE BLOODY
RED SEA
THE SUNLIGHT IS
FADING ON HIM
THESE ARE THE WIZARD'S
LAST HOLY SIGHTS...
THE POEM'S TRAGIC RHYMES

Fierce blows the wind,
infinite fires
on Elnor sea... hail
to the king!
He died as brave,
oh valiant hero
but so in vain, facing
the storm... the storm!

And soon the snakes
of the abyss
swallowed the mighty
woodship
while the waves of
the bloody ocean
were reaching the walls
of the falling town...

QUANDO CORPUS
MORIETUR FAC UT
ANIMAE DONETUR

Starless is my night,
silent is my ride
through the paradox
of wisdom... to the
sea of souls
Nel silenzio
tragiche realta'...

FIRE IS BLAZING FAST
ACROSS THE BLOODY
RED SEA
THE SUNLIGHT IS
FADING ON HIM
THESE ARE THE WIZARD'S
LAST HOLY SIGHTS...
THE POEM'S TRAGIC RHYMES