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01. Sacrapos - At first glance [00:02:01]
02. Brictom [00:04:22]
03. A girls oath [00:01:18]
04. The arcane dominion [00:05:42]
05. Within the grove [00:01:51]
06. The cauldron of renascence [00:02:04]
07. Nata [00:04:02]
08. Omnos [00:03:48]

na brictom uidluias uidlu tgontias so
adgagsona severim tertionicnim ldssatim liciatim eíanom uoduiuoderce
lunget uonid ponc nitixsintor sises dscelinatia in eíanom anuana
ei andernados brictom banona fatucias paulla dona potitius iia
duxtir adiegias potitam air paullias severa dusxtir ulentos dona
paullius aiega matir aiías ptita dona primus i abesias

Do you feel the thorns?
Do you see the tears?
Do you see the blood
Shed in this fell war?
Have you forsaken us?
Have you forgotten our faithful
Men calling your name?

Sa senit conectos onda bocca nene rionti onda boca ne on barnaunom
Ponc nit issintor sies eianepian digs ne lisantim ne liciatim
Ne rodatim biont utu semnanom sagitiont seuerim lissatim licia
Tim anandognam acolut utanit andognam da bocca diomine

Inside se bnanom
Inside se brictom
In eainom anuana sanander

Ueuone drucorigin
Auios auiettos, auios auiei
Mantrat-io ulatin
Auios auiettos, auios auiei

Doaxte in bretannoi rigion
Auios auiettos, auios auiei
Belorigos argantios

Andedion uediíumi diíiuion risun
Artiu mapon aruerriíatin, mapon aruerriíatin
Lopites sní eððdic sos brixtía anderon

Lucion floron nigrinon adgarion
Aemilíon paterin claudíon legitumon caelion pelign claudío pelign
Marcion uictorin asiatícon aððedillí [x2]

Mysteries of life, mysteries of death
Mysteries of mountain and forest, mysteries of nature
Mysteries of the sky, mysteries of the earth
Mysteries of dreams, mysteries of love

Mysteries of the soul, mysteries of mankind
Mysteries of thoughts, mysteries of words
Mysteries of pains, mysteries of healings

The light, the life, the strength, the harvest, gratefulness
In four moons the antlered on will go to rest

......................................................................

Элембивос*
Свет, жизнь, сила, урожай, благодарность -
Через четыре луны Тарвос пойдет на покой

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember
Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our
Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too
Will die one day, our songs will live on, and will be sung by our children,
And by our children's children. This is how we will be remembered. This is
Who we were.

Helvetios

So here we are. Plays have been enacted.
Empires have come and gone.
The mightiest have passed away and withered alike the least.
Fires have burned. Thousandfold.

Yet did not eh great wheel serenely continue its course?
Does not the blackbird still sing its song?
Does not the mistletoe still dwell in the oak's crown?

Who Will
Measure the dimensions of antumnos?
Who can tell the gauge of its veil?
Who can manifest the size of its maw?
And infer the value of its stones?

Yet the glowing wick will not be quenched
The sown fire will nerver die

Is it not ironic
How your favorite dread
Is the matrix in which you were formed
The unfathomable dark
Of a realm arcane and burrowed far below

The grain sprouts from deep 'neath the soil
Where sunlight will never ever reach

I raise my hand against ye, thief!
For we"re accustomed to receive,
Not to give hostages
Hear these words! deeds are overt!

As chaos evolves
In worthless lies

I wonder what it's like
To attack at night
And now down the defenseless
Invasions and raids just called
Fucking, punitive expeditions

Like a wildfire
Devastation spreads

Bodiacos
Sunartiu
Segos brigos
Anauos

From antumnos the life-giving winds
Fanned the flames into a blaze
The awen of the mighty

In these vigilant times I daydream-an innocuous crime
My motionless stance-in my mind, I wander the land
A bleak, dismal trance

Constrained, unsafe, left in shame
And now I can see my town is painted red
Here forever I'll be where once my tears were she'd

Contro le onde,
con le spade in mano
Contro il mare
con le spalle al muro
Contro l'angoscia
in presenza dei nemici
contro le piogge
Che cadono su di noi

Welcome to the land of questions
Welcome to the isle of lore
Where the veil came crumbling down

There it all began
The Germination
Unveiling a cryptic door
There it was revealed

I, high king
Sovereign and servant
Holder of divine
Regality bestowed
In the Omphalos grove

My kingship
The song of the gods

While the noose is tightening
You still sit here on your fleeting throne
So busy with your own little feuds
And your own blinker crowns

But we all are Gauls
And we are free at least by now
So take the fucking plunge

Contre les vagues, une Г©pГ©e dans nos mains
Contre la mer, le dos plaquГ© au mur
Et la dГ©tresse en prГ©sence de nos ennemis
Et les tempГЄtes se rabattant sur nos visages

Un cri s'Г©lГЁve Г  travers les cieux
Comme signe, le vol des Гўmes en peine

I wonder what we've become...
A land so full of ritches bought with blood!
A land so free, yet chasing for wind...
As we look up to false giant emperors
We've lost our pride of old, the innocence is gone!

Clan of Elveti
Weep for your land

We set forth
A retinue
With steed and cart
So we roved the land
Stealthily
We sallied out
To find new shores
As the presage led

At the rise of a new dawn
Rose the children of the sun
To inhabit a kingdom
augustly crowded in rock mass vast

All lakes are sanctuaries
Like covert nemetons
All forests are hallowed

At the rise of a new dawn
Rose the children of the sun
To inhabit a kingdom
Augustly crowned in rock mass vast

All lakes are sanowaries
Live covent nemetors
All forests are hallowed

Chrigel: Набор мелодий, берущих корни в шотландской и галиссийской традиционной игре на волынке с одной стороны, но и относящихся к средневековой танцевальной музыке с другой. Мелодия написана нашим новым "волынщиком" Päde (кстати, он восхитительно владеет волынкой и имеет огромный опыт в области шотландских традиций игры на этом самом инструменте); часть мелодии написана известным фолк музыкантом Efren Lopez (L’Ham de foc)

nemnalilumi beni uelona incorobouido
nelnmanbe gnilou apeni temeuelle lexsete si
sueregeniatu o quprinopetame bi ssilereteta

mililegumi suante uelommipetamassi papissone
suireexetesilegilinna ammanbe leguisini
siaxsiou beliassu nebiti moi mot upilummi

[Verse I]
Ne regv na gandobe inte noviio extincon
Papi coriiosed exa o extincon
Papi coriiosed exa o

[Chorus]
Nane devorbvetid loncate
Nane devorbvetid loncate

(Behold, behold, behold, behold)
Behold this proud crestfallen parade
Dead bodies towered up like this dividing rampart
The hopes of yesterday forgotten and interred
Burnt to the ground

Lacerate
My Neverland belauded

Curtains up for this lurid age
Clear the ring for oppression and greed
Welcome to this wasteland
Of blight and havoc
Once known as my home

Deleting fulfilled!
Erasing procedure done!

...the endless knot .... the holy grove...
...the threshold ... the place beyond...
...I enter, like a newborn child....

Embracing the eternal
Like a consuming fire
the knowledge grows
when it's cleft

Immi daga uimpi geneta,
lana be(qq)os et' iouintutos.
Blatus ceti, cantla carami.
Aia gnata uimpi iouinca,
pid in cete tu toue suoine,
pid uregisi peli doniobi?

Aia mape coime, adrete!

He who has ears to hear, let him hear
For this is a tale of an ancient kind
In the word there lies existence and the word became flesh
And dwelt among us and we saw its glory
Let him hear it who will
Every soul heard
Some ran and hid away
Some listened

Where ere thou hast been
Here or in yon world manifest?
Canst thou tell what is
Or what was or what is to come?
Nothing shall last

And there are things
That shall never change

The calling wind on my face
Waving from the summoning of giants
That heals my soul

The virile fragrance of alpine tor
The blowing breath of this fold
That dreams me

"When I reminisce about all those years
I see many things
Life and death strung together
Like the mountains and valleys
In which we lived
There was wealth and opulence
But also tribulation and loss
There was laughter and song

[Чтение:]
In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire
Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality
Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional gusts of wind kissing your back
You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-heartedness, and have no premonition of their effect on you.
A bleak smile flickering on her lips, she beholds you with algid satisfaction, as in her sinister mind, you become her prey, her treasure, a sacrifice on the alter of her own lust.
Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise, disembodied fiend waving through her gaze. Being a virtuoso of deceit and facetiousness, she leaves you with no chance of escape
From what is happening in your mind.

Instrumental
***
Значение:
Chrigel: Что ж, как уже сказала Анна, повторение "Sacrapos", завершающий трек альбома. Идея песни всё такая же, "the disparaging last gaze" не имеет текста, это инструментальный трек, который затрагивает мрачные аспекты человеческого характера.
Поэтому песня действительно получилась довольно мрачноватой. В какой-то момент начинает возрастать драматическое напряжение и в самой кульминации резко прерывается. Мне нравится! Трек был написан Анной и Мери, и, как мне думается, они здорово связали его со вступительным "sacrapos", а также преуспели в создании мрачной атмосферы.

Papon in tauile
Dera ougra louchint in nemisi
Trinoxtion samoni sindiu
***
Значение:
"Великое колесо" - основа кельтской мифологии, принципов и жизни. Оно обозревает 4 крупнейших праздника (Samonios приблизительно 1 ноября, Anagantios 1 февраля, Giamonios 1 мая и Elembivos 1 августа), а также 4 праздника поменшье, которые проходят в середине лета и зимы. По кельтскому календарю год начинается с праздника Samon, когда наступает "тёмное время" - месяцы зимы и холодов. Мы можем отдохнуть от проделанной в прошлом году работы. Время тратится в большинстве случаев на нахождение дома, у огня. Это моменты отдыха, размышлений и восстановления сил, обучения, а также время песен, игр, празднования.

A clan of Lords of noble birth
So the it is told
The tigurine tribe

Into this green and fruitful land
We came in times, in times immemorial
Into this vale lush and beautiful
Jor and lacu eburodunos

Glowing and blazing
In the wind of times
Ever lit
Searching and fathoming
The fires arcane
Consuming flames
Sparks to imbue
Our very souls

Immi daga uimpi geneta
Iana beddos et` iouintutos
Blatus ceti, cantla carami
menuan ambi caron soueti
Mimi, sedumi in disounile
Iana oinicilas in cridile
Ate-, iege, -rigasisi?
To- moi dera -bibrasisis?

Catoues caletoi
Urit namantas anrimius
Ro- te isarnilin urextont
Au glannabi rhenus
Ad ardus alpon
Tou' magisa matua
Tou' brigas iuerilonas

In a virgin world primeval
A newborn bullcalf emerged
Wondrous and celestial
Three cranes to be its witness and droves
Its honour mantled the face of the earth

A blessing unleashed to the earth
Unseathed the embodiment of life

A folk of cheeriness and strength
content with the life they lived
So-called barbarians yet with eyes cleared
for what they truly need and what damn not

free and plain

Barbarians, farmers and savages

Against the waves, with out swords in our hands
Against the sea, with our backs to the walls
Against distress, in the presence of our enemies
Against the storms, roaring at our faces

A cry rang out throughout the skies
A beckon, the flight of the cranes

The most heinous con
refuge of evil
cloven tongues that speak of truth
With false, specious words
they sold what can't be bought
Acherontic saints of holy sales.

Damn bloody lies

Imi gdonios riios rijiaspe toutias

The mountains trembled
When the Antumnos' doors opened wide
The ancient one stepped forth
To bring to justice the grim tyrants
A withered-skinned old man
Divine Logos upon him

As the shore is not sea nor land,
like the time between the times
where the dawning is not day nor night
you are between the worlds....

Endless circle, bearing my footprints
With fast-sure-hand you guide my steps

The silvern light - a stannite glow
The primal night - of the darkened vault

Under the welkin dark
Solemn chants will soar
The immemorial
Songs of the wise

I've been fire, fed by the four winds
I've been water in the stream
And a drop of dew on the culm
I've been clay in the hands of a potter
I've been rosin of a tree
And a leaf, by the breeze carried away

I've been a child of seven spirits

Our estates are under fire
Our villers fall prey to village
How can we stay on the sideline
How long will we tare this lying down?
Refuse to quell the anger
Time has come to take up arms again
The last call to rise up

Thousandfold (оригинал Eluveitie)

Sprinkled by the trappings
Of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace of made history
The folk is willed
To parrot the dished up tale
The lure of a higher meaning

Ûro si tovo keitone, e‘ brgant tovo bârgo
Toge si se met snibi, stâj si borso anda
Cuonos bê toi sê – immi spakto...
Cuonos bê toi sê – vo tovo vidâ

venô ap tovo albeis, venô ap de bejos
venô ap oljo trâno, cu tov‘ oljo aunio
Cuonos bê toi sê – immi spakto...

Ûro si tovo keitone, e‘ brgant tovo bârgo
Toge si se met snibi, stâj si borso anda
Cuonos bê toi sê – immi spakto...
Cuonos bê toi sê – vo tovo vidâ

venô ap tovo albeis, venô ap de bejos
venô ap oljo trâno, cu tov‘ oljo aunio
Cuonos bê toi sê – immi spakto...

This is the final resistancel
This was the final revolti

In desperace hope
With tear-dimmed eyes
With wrath-torn minds
We took up arms one more time

voveso in mori mon vandas.
veidos ventos cambon mon verno
et con papon lomnen
luxtodos imon siraxta.
suouelo, imon oro
suouelo, tauson tunda
voveso in mori mon vandas
***

Fraught with so much greed, imperial needs.
Satisfy your hunger for might and blood!
With greedy claws the eagle flew
Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt.

We do not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet
Nor to bow, to the laurel wreath!

Там, на зловещих

Берегах реки Саоне, (1)

Там, на этих берегах

Был брошен жребий.