Song | Heathen Foray |
Artist | Falkenbach |
Album | Heralding - The Fireblade |
作曲 : Falkenbach, Vakyas | |
...In ancient times once rode across the land | |
A man unknown on a horse of untold grand, | |
Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold | |
Of whom the tales since ages unknown told... | |
...The man arrived at the shore of sea | |
And gazed onto the nightly sky, | |
His ears could hear and his eyes could see | |
Two ravens dark as night passing by... | |
...In a distance far the thunder sounds | |
And lightnings reached the frozen grounds, | |
His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong | |
As the day now came, awaited oh so long... | |
...Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed | |
When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day... | |
Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand | |
For a heathenish foray... | |
...Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow | |
Over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face | |
So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill | |
Like a welcome to all those who trod this place... | |
...He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck | |
He forced his way though he didn't saw the path, | |
But he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill | |
And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill... | |
...His eyes could see the forrest shining bright | |
And it's trees reflected solens golden light, | |
The sound of horns then reached his ears | |
To welcome him and take away his fears... | |
...From all their lands the kings, they came | |
With their retinue of countless men, | |
And the maiden in full armour sat on their horses, | |
Winged, until the right began... | |
So he rested a while an recovered from his ride, | |
The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light, | |
And the elder ones sang tales about the past, | |
Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last... | |
...As the darkness fell and gone was solens light | |
The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride, | |
Who gatheren in a mighty battle-line | |
And awaited their Gods to give the final sign... |
zuò qǔ : Falkenbach, Vakyas | |
... In ancient times once rode across the land | |
A man unknown on a horse of untold grand, | |
Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold | |
Of whom the tales since ages unknown told... | |
... The man arrived at the shore of sea | |
And gazed onto the nightly sky, | |
His ears could hear and his eyes could see | |
Two ravens dark as night passing by... | |
... In a distance far the thunder sounds | |
And lightnings reached the frozen grounds, | |
His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong | |
As the day now came, awaited oh so long... | |
... Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed | |
When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day... | |
Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand | |
For a heathenish foray... | |
... Countless miles he rode through ice and kneedeep snow | |
Over mountains ' till the landscape changed its face | |
So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill | |
Like a welcome to all those who trod this place... | |
... He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer ' round his neck | |
He forced his way though he didn' t saw the path, | |
But he did not rest, ' till he had crossed this land of chill | |
And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill... | |
... His eyes could see the forrest shining bright | |
And it' s trees reflected solens golden light, | |
The sound of horns then reached his ears | |
To welcome him and take away his fears... | |
... From all their lands the kings, they came | |
With their retinue of countless men, | |
And the maiden in full armour sat on their horses, | |
Winged, until the right began... | |
So he rested a while an recovered from his ride, | |
The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light, | |
And the elder ones sang tales about the past, | |
Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last... | |
... As the darkness fell and gone was solens light | |
The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride, | |
Who gatheren in a mighty battleline | |
And awaited their Gods to give the final sign... |