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Folkodia: "Forgotten Lore" – 2011

энциклопедия: Folkodia

Состав группы:

  • Rhode Rachel – вокал
  • Adélaïde Bovard – вокал
  • Anaïs Chevallier – вокал
  • Nostarion – виолончель, лютня
  • Emily Cooper – вокал
  • Matthew Bell – акустическая гитара, лютня, мандолина
  • Elio D'Alessandro – вокал
  • Münggu Beyeler – труба, флейта, жестяной свисток, вокал
  • Hildr Valkyrie – вокал
  • Michaël Fiori – бас, гитара, вокал

Folkodia: "Forgotten Lore" – 2011

Композиции:

  1. Ancient Forest Of Elves
  2. Bound For Valhalla
  3. The Capitulation Of Vercingetorix I
  4. The Fierce Kiss Of Death
  5. Honored Are The Fallen
  6. Winter Night
  7. Thus A Viking Dies
  8. The Immortals Of Thule
  9. Sword In Hand
  10. The Lone Warrior
  11. The Capitulation Of Vercingetorix II

Лирика

1. Ancient Forest Of Elves

Deep within the ancient forest of elves
this secret sanctuary is filled with magic and mystery.

A ray of light through the leaf.
Reveals the pureness and beauty of Princess Elemire
Time and nature have stopped their way in this lost Eden of Elves

Deep within the ancient forest of elves
this place is filled with magic and mystery.

Deep within the ancient forest of elves
this place is filled with magic and mystery.

Deep within the ancient forest of elves
Steel and rancour are useless

This secret sanctuary is filled with magic and mystery
Battles and blood are washed away

Pureness and beauty of Princess Elemire
enchanted and released our guilty conscience

Deep within the ancient forest of elves
this place is filled with magic and mystery.

Deep within the ancient forest of elves
this place is filled with magic and mystery.

2. Bound For Valhalla

Strike! Send me to Valhalla!
I'll show you how a Viking dies!
It was not thy sword
But the Norns that decided my fate!

It takes a hero to put me down
Do you think you can even try?
The Gods are on my side,
The berserker rage is my guide!

Let your arrows fly to me,
Cast your spears strait to my heart –
I know no pain, death is my friend,
I'm protected by Odin's own shield!

Farewell my friends,
I'm leaving today –
Bound for Valhalla.
I must be on my way!

Farewell my foes,
You were worthy indeed –
Bound for Valhalla.
I'll see you there one day!

3. The Capitulation Of Vercingetorix I

Proud warlord now kneel,
Defeated, wan and in shame
At the Caesar's sandaled feet...

All these valleys that once were thine
Now are stained with the blood
Of the finest sons of Gaul...

All these hills that you once called home
Are now shadowed by the emblem of Rome:
The eagle perched atop an iron SPQR...

Proud warlord now crawl,
Behind the chariot that drags thee
Through the streets of Rome...

The howl of the crowd
Rings like the curse of curses
To thy once proud and noble ear...

Proud warlord now die,
In agony and torment, die!
Your blood doth stain the arena's sand...

4. The Fierce Kiss Of Death

The fierce kiss of death
Is felt through mine eyes:
See what no man
Should ever have to see –
And then in death you'll know
Comrade what I mean!

In an instant brief, a flash,
A blade comes for you –
Relentless it will plunge
Through armor, flesh and heart:
Your precious blood is spilled,
There's nothing you can do!

The pain is white as Death,
He is your only friend –
You stood alone too long,
Your froze in the bitter cold
And now at last your fate
Is sealed by such a cruel blade!

The fierce kiss of death
Is felt through mine eyes:
See what no man
Should ever have to see –
And then in death you'll know
Comrade what I mean!

Is this glory toll?
Is this worthy of song?
You'll never know my friend –
You'll only sleep in death!

5. Honored Are The Fallen

Einherjer warriors
In silence march
Above the clouds
Aflame with sunset:
Hues of bronze and gold
Dancing reflections
On their shields and maille
The distant thunder roar
That forebodes a storm
Is the sound they make
As they're marching on
Throughout the aeons long
Into eternal halls
That shine with fame
And sings of their name...

Einherjer warriors
In silence march
Above the clouds
Aflame with sunset:
The tarnished gold
The stains of blood
The scars of battle
Washed with each rain –
The light in their eyes
Brings dawn to the sky
Each and every time
A warrior dies...

6. Winter Night

In the cold winter night
I sit on the peak of the highest mount
Northern light illuminate the wilderness

I'm seeking peace and bravery
To protect my people
Tomorrow I'll pull them to pieces with my sword

In the cold winter night
I sit on the peak of the highest mount
Northern light illuminate the wilderness

I'm seeking peace and bravery
To protect my people
Tomorrow I'll pull them to pieces with my sword

7. Thus A Viking Dies

See me as I lay,
Amongst my fallen brothers...
Our swords are dim now,
Our shields shattered on the ground –
The light has pled our eyes,
Our hearts shall pound no more
In this here world...

This is how a Viking dies:
On the field of glorious war –
He stood fast to the very end,
By the sword he earned his fame!

This is how a Viking dies:
Besides the bodies of fallen foes,
On shores that lie many miles away
From home and hearth, away from the North!

Fight to the end – hail the gods!

Thus a Viking dies and yet
His spirit shall forever dwell
In Valhalla's golden hall
Side by side with gods he feasts!

The Einhearjar await for him,
His seat is long prepared
At all-father's dining table:
The Einhearjar raise him a toast
Of mead for the honored dead
Who fought and died like they did!

"I now live in the dream
Of fair Valkyries,
I now walk on fields
In Asgard evergreen:
My blood flows gold,
My eyes see afar
Like those of the eagle
Who now soars with me!

In Odin's court I dwell,
In the shining hall
That lies cross the bridge
Guarded by Heimdall
Till the time is come
And he sounds his horn
Calling me to arms,
To do battle anon!"

8. The Immortals Of Thule

Once long ago I was a man
Took pleasure in simple things
Then one day I sailed away
To far away lands, towards Thule

But a curse on me was laid
To stay and never homeward sail
Forevermore I will stand
As an immortal of Thule

Once long ago I was a man
Took pleasure in simple things
Then one day I sailed away
To far away lands, towards Thule

9. Sword In Hand

Beneath the endless azure of the sky
I'll ride a horse as black as night
With sword in hand raised aloft
To catch the pure white light
So that by blade is blessed
With the Rune of Morning Glory
And the chill of the wind
Is caught twixt the coal-black curls
Of my helmet's mane
That billows in my wake
Like a banner of death unfurled –
A distant warning for my enemies to see
As I come riding down the hill,
Past the dolmens and the stones,
Through the trees that haunt
With sword in hand a glimmer in the light
For which I bled, was hunted down,
With sword in hand I'll defend
Stand my ground and die glad of heart
For a swordsman knows no death
Only victory or Valhalla in the end...

10. The Lone Warrior

As far as I can see far off this frozen flatlands
Villagers relates the legend of the lone warrior
The one that could speak to gods of war
The one that could face death without fear
The one that could defeat a hundred men

I'm not a legend
I'm just a lost soul
There is no legend
There is only a man devoid of life

I was raised in the heart of an ironworks
My first and only friend is my sword
Those who cross my path
are bound for the after life
I was raised in the heat of an ironworks

Villagers relates the legend of the lone warrior
But I'm not a legend
I'm lost soul devoid of life

11. The Capitulation Of Vercingetorix II

Proud warlord now kneel,
Defeated, wan and in shame
At the Caesar's sandaled feet...

All these valleys that once were thine
Now are stained with the blood
Of the finest sons of Gaul...

All these hills that you once called home
Are now shadowed by the emblem of Rome:
The eagle perched atop an iron SPQR...

Proud warlord now crawl,
Behind the chariot that drags thee
Through the streets of Rome...

The howl of the crowd
Rings like the curse of curses
To thy once proud and noble ear...

Proud warlord now die,
In agony and torment, die!
Your blood doth stain the arena's sand...

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