Текст песни Tvangeste - Damnation Of Regiomontum
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[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron]
Clouds hide the sun
Fire blinds my eyes
Smell of death around of me
Like a shadow...
Only sword in arm
Sorrow in my heart
Only hatred in my mind.....
GROUND of my land have now became red
It can't take the blood anymore
Shouts of dying like an echo
of the greatest tragedy come to my land
With the servants of alien god...
Regiomontum a garden on ashes
I roam in your infernal shadows
And only moonlight shines my mournful way
Regiomontum new life on the site of fire
Town the phantom in a fog of centuries
As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war...
For the name of goodness and love
Drowning in blood of the innocent people
For the name of goodness and love
Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes
When you'll lay down in a bed of Death
Ridden by fear of Uncertainty
Think of your life before you'll draw your last breath
Think of your sins in reality...
Christian
Christian
It's not rain that has spilled from the sky
It is tears of my people
It is not the rivers with pure water
It is the rivers of blood of my people
Now all of us are dead
There is nobody to raise children
There is nobody to harvest
Sacred fire has gone
Vaidelot's Sacred fire
The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war
The air is filled by bitterness
There is no the taste of freedom here anymore
Only grief about native ground
Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about
The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love
Земля наших предков объята пламенем войны,
И горечью наполнился воздух...
И нет в нем больше сладкого вкуса свободы,
Лишь скорбь о родной земле,
Земле, из черной обратившуюся в красную
Ибо уж не в силах впитать кровь сыновей своих
Лишь нескончаемый дождь и одинокий воин оплакивают древний народ,
Истреблённый "во имя добра и любви"...
Вот русский перевод:
"Проклятие Королевской горы"
Солнце скрылось за тучами,
Огонь ослепляет меня...
Запах смерти вокруг меня
Подобен тени...
В моей руке лишь меч,
В моём сердце лишь горе,
В моём разуме лишь ненависть...
Земля моей родины покраснела,
Она больше не может выносить
Предсмертные крики, подобные эху
Величайшей трагедии, пришедшей в мою страну
Со служителями чужого бога...
Королевская Гора, сад в прахе,
Я бреду в твоих адских тенях...
Лишь лунный свет освещает мой горестный путь,
Королевская Гора, новая жизнь в обители огня...
Город-призрак в вековом тумане –
Как приют для душ, сражённых в священной войне...
"Во имя любви и добра",
Утопая в крови невинных людей...
"Во имя любви и добра"
Они разорили страну, обратив жизни людей в пепел...
Лёжа на смертном одре,
Терзаясь страхом неопределённости,
Подумай о своей жизни перед тем, как испустишь последнее дыхание,
Подумай о своих грехах в реальности...
Христиане...
Христиане...
Это – не пролившийся дождь,
А слёзы моего народа...
Это – не реки чистой воды,
А реки крови моих людей...
Все мы мертвы теперь,
Некому растить детей,
Некому собирать урожай с полей...
Священный огонь ушёл,
Вайделота святой огонь...
Земля наших предков объята пламенем войны,
И горечью наполнился воздух...
И нет в нем больше сладкого вкуса свободы,
Лишь скорбь о родной земле,
Земле, из черной обратившуюся в красную
Ибо уж не в силах впитать кровь сыновей своих
Лишь нескончаемый дождь и одинокий воин оплакивают древний народ,
Истреблённый "во имя добра и любви"... Damnation Of Regiomontum
[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron]
Clouds hide the sun
Fire blinds my eyes
Smell of death around of me
Like a shadow ...
Only sword in arm
Sorrow in my heart
Only hatred in my mind .....
GROUND of my land have now became red
It can not take the blood anymore
Shouts of dying like an echo
of the greatest tragedy come to my land
With the servants of alien god ...
Regiomontum a garden on ashes
I roam in your infernal shadows
And only moonlight shines my mournful way
Regiomontum new life on the site of fire
Town the phantom in a fog of centuries
As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war ...
For the name of goodness and love
Drowning in blood of the innocent people
For the name of goodness and love
Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes
When you'll lay down in a bed of Death
Ridden by fear of Uncertainty
Think of your life before you'll draw your last breath
Think of your sins in reality ...
Christian
Christian
It's not rain that has spilled from the sky
It is tears of my people
It is not the rivers with pure water
It is the rivers of blood of my people
Now all of us are dead
There is nobody to raise children
There is nobody to harvest
Sacred fire has gone
Vaidelot's Sacred fire
The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war
The air is filled by bitterness
There is no the taste of freedom here anymore
Only grief about native ground
Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about
The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love
The land of our ancestors in flames of war,
And bitterness filling the air ...
And there is no longer the sweet taste of freedom
Only sorrow for his native land,
Earth, black apply to the red
For'm not able to absorb the blood of their sons
Only the endless rain and lone warrior mourn the ancient people,
Exterminated & quot; in the name of goodness and love & quot; ...
That's Russian translation:
& Quot; The Curse of the Royal Mountain & quot;
The sun hid behind the clouds,
Fire dazzles me ...
The smell of death around me
Like a shadow ...
In my hand a sword,
In my heart a mountain,
In my mind only hatred ...
Land of my homeland blushed
She can no longer bear
Death cries like echoes
The greatest tragedy that had come to my country
With the ministers of foreign god ...
Mount Royal, a garden in the dust,
I wander in your hellish shadows ...
Only the moonlight illuminates my sorrowful way,
Mount Royal, a new life in the monastery of fire ...
Ghost town in the ambient fog -
As a haven for souls slain in the holy war ...
& Quot; In the name of love and kindness & quot ;,
Drowning in the blood of innocent people ...
& Quot; In the name of love and good & quot;
They ravaged the country, drawing people's lives in the ashes ...
Lying on his deathbed,
Tormented by the fear of uncertainty,
Think about your life before you breathed his last,
Think of your sins in reality ...
Christians ...
Christians ...
This - not shed rain,
And the tears of my people ...
This - not clean river water,
A river of blood of my people ...
We are all dead now,
There is no one to raise children,
No one to harvest from the fields ...
The sacred fire was gone,
Vaydelota holy fire ...
The land of our ancestors in flames of war,
And bitterness filling the air ...
And there is no longer the sweet taste of freedom
Only sorrow for his native land,
Earth, black apply to the red
For'm not able to absorb the blood of their sons
Only the endless rain and lone warrior mourn the ancient people,
Exterminated & quot; in the name of goodness and love & quot; ...
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