Song | Anphisbena |
Artist | Opera IX |
Album | Anphisbena |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Opera IX | |
Solitary and imposing the sacred tree wait the spirit's circle | |
Night receive the silvery lightning star | |
Take my hand, brother! | |
And give it to a sister as we can close the spirit circle | |
High parfumes spill in the air, celebrating again the time wheel | |
The great golden serpent wrap again his throne | |
Here his royal look meet his opposite, two visages facing themselves in the eternal fight for equilibrium | |
From his wooden throne the black goat of the woods wait his dismemberment as a rites for a continous fertility | |
The nine knights surround the sacred enclosure, carefull guardians from the profane eyes | |
The virgins dance following the way of the mother | |
For the ancestral rite give again gift of continuity at his nation, his ancient nation | |
Who have protected his cult for centuries | |
Fires shines in the dark night and the torches accompany the whirling dances as a serpent that wrap his pray | |
Take my hand brother and give it to a sister, for we are the sacred circle of the spirits | |
Protector and guardians of the ancient knowledge | |
And turn your voice to thunder, because this night the mother will unite with the god | |
And we'll have a new life and a new king | |
The light of the fires shine on the | |
Anphisbena, that is the millenary lady of the underworld | |
She will welcome the new initiated in the eternal circular dance | |
Magics and maledictions from the stone temples will be able to make nothing against | |
The most ancient wisdom, neither the new knowledge | |
And even in the knights of the cross will cut the sacred tree and will banish the serpent | |
The ancient seed will germ again infusing new roots | |
And a new and imposing tree will rise again under the double golden serpent sign |
zuo qu : Opera IX | |
Solitary and imposing the sacred tree wait the spirit' s circle | |
Night receive the silvery lightning star | |
Take my hand, brother! | |
And give it to a sister as we can close the spirit circle | |
High parfumes spill in the air, celebrating again the time wheel | |
The great golden serpent wrap again his throne | |
Here his royal look meet his opposite, two visages facing themselves in the eternal fight for equilibrium | |
From his wooden throne the black goat of the woods wait his dismemberment as a rites for a continous fertility | |
The nine knights surround the sacred enclosure, carefull guardians from the profane eyes | |
The virgins dance following the way of the mother | |
For the ancestral rite give again gift of continuity at his nation, his ancient nation | |
Who have protected his cult for centuries | |
Fires shines in the dark night and the torches accompany the whirling dances as a serpent that wrap his pray | |
Take my hand brother and give it to a sister, for we are the sacred circle of the spirits | |
Protector and guardians of the ancient knowledge | |
And turn your voice to thunder, because this night the mother will unite with the god | |
And we' ll have a new life and a new king | |
The light of the fires shine on the | |
Anphisbena, that is the millenary lady of the underworld | |
She will welcome the new initiated in the eternal circular dance | |
Magics and maledictions from the stone temples will be able to make nothing against | |
The most ancient wisdom, neither the new knowledge | |
And even in the knights of the cross will cut the sacred tree and will banish the serpent | |
The ancient seed will germ again infusing new roots | |
And a new and imposing tree will rise again under the double golden serpent sign |
zuò qǔ : Opera IX | |
Solitary and imposing the sacred tree wait the spirit' s circle | |
Night receive the silvery lightning star | |
Take my hand, brother! | |
And give it to a sister as we can close the spirit circle | |
High parfumes spill in the air, celebrating again the time wheel | |
The great golden serpent wrap again his throne | |
Here his royal look meet his opposite, two visages facing themselves in the eternal fight for equilibrium | |
From his wooden throne the black goat of the woods wait his dismemberment as a rites for a continous fertility | |
The nine knights surround the sacred enclosure, carefull guardians from the profane eyes | |
The virgins dance following the way of the mother | |
For the ancestral rite give again gift of continuity at his nation, his ancient nation | |
Who have protected his cult for centuries | |
Fires shines in the dark night and the torches accompany the whirling dances as a serpent that wrap his pray | |
Take my hand brother and give it to a sister, for we are the sacred circle of the spirits | |
Protector and guardians of the ancient knowledge | |
And turn your voice to thunder, because this night the mother will unite with the god | |
And we' ll have a new life and a new king | |
The light of the fires shine on the | |
Anphisbena, that is the millenary lady of the underworld | |
She will welcome the new initiated in the eternal circular dance | |
Magics and maledictions from the stone temples will be able to make nothing against | |
The most ancient wisdom, neither the new knowledge | |
And even in the knights of the cross will cut the sacred tree and will banish the serpent | |
The ancient seed will germ again infusing new roots | |
And a new and imposing tree will rise again under the double golden serpent sign |