Song | Skirnir |
Artist | Falkenbach |
Album | Heralding - The Fireblade |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Falkenbach, Vakyas | |
Long is one night, and long the second one; | |
How can I.... how can I wait through three? | |
Once a month.... a month seemed less to me | |
Compared to this one night of waiting for her.... | |
As dear to no man in days past | |
Was maid as she is to me: | |
But no elf, no god, will grant my prayer | |
That I may lie with her.... | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur!!! | |
Long is one night, and long the second one; | |
How can I.... how can I wait through three? | |
Once a month.... a month seemed less to me | |
Compared to this one night of waiting for her.... | |
Arise, Skirnir, now ride swiftly to Frey, my son, | |
And ask him this: | |
With whom is the Wise one so angry, | |
So sad at hearth? | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur!!! | |
To stake life on the luck of the dice | |
Is better than to be a coward: | |
The day of my death is by fate, | |
My time is fixed. | |
Night has fallen: | |
Now we must ride over the misty mountains, | |
The fells of the troll-folk; | |
We shall both arrive or both fall | |
....into the hands of Gymir. | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur | |
[Inspired by the Skirnismal] | |
受《埃达》中的神话诗《斯基尼尔之歌》启发 |
zuo qu : Falkenbach, Vakyas | |
Long is one night, and long the second one | |
How can I.... how can I wait through three? | |
Once a month.... a month seemed less to me | |
Compared to this one night of waiting for her.... | |
As dear to no man in days past | |
Was maid as she is to me: | |
But no elf, no god, will grant my prayer | |
That I may lie with her.... | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur!!! | |
Long is one night, and long the second one | |
How can I.... how can I wait through three? | |
Once a month.... a month seemed less to me | |
Compared to this one night of waiting for her.... | |
Arise, Skirnir, now ride swiftly to Frey, my son, | |
And ask him this: | |
With whom is the Wise one so angry, | |
So sad at hearth? | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur!!! | |
To stake life on the luck of the dice | |
Is better than to be a coward: | |
The day of my death is by fate, | |
My time is fixed. | |
Night has fallen: | |
Now we must ride over the misty mountains, | |
The fells of the trollfolk | |
We shall both arrive or both fall | |
.... into the hands of Gymir. | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur | |
Inspired by the Skirnismal | |
shou ai da zhong de shen hua shi si ji ni er zhi ge qi fa |
zuò qǔ : Falkenbach, Vakyas | |
Long is one night, and long the second one | |
How can I.... how can I wait through three? | |
Once a month.... a month seemed less to me | |
Compared to this one night of waiting for her.... | |
As dear to no man in days past | |
Was maid as she is to me: | |
But no elf, no god, will grant my prayer | |
That I may lie with her.... | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur!!! | |
Long is one night, and long the second one | |
How can I.... how can I wait through three? | |
Once a month.... a month seemed less to me | |
Compared to this one night of waiting for her.... | |
Arise, Skirnir, now ride swiftly to Frey, my son, | |
And ask him this: | |
With whom is the Wise one so angry, | |
So sad at hearth? | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur!!! | |
To stake life on the luck of the dice | |
Is better than to be a coward: | |
The day of my death is by fate, | |
My time is fixed. | |
Night has fallen: | |
Now we must ride over the misty mountains, | |
The fells of the trollfolk | |
We shall both arrive or both fall | |
.... into the hands of Gymir. | |
Hail to thee, Veraldur | |
Inspired by the Skirnismal | |
shòu āi dá zhōng de shén huà shī sī jī ní ěr zhī gē qǐ fā |