1. Intro

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2. Venti Di Imbolc

Protetto tra fronde di querce
In boschi rincorro il mio perduto io
Balde creature in festa a danzar
Festa Pagana! Festa Pagana!

Più perso rinasco nel mio destino
di terre votate a false verità

Ci acclama l'Insubria memoria portiamo
Silenti preghiere all'unisono urlate
Origini smarrite in divine illusioni
Asce alla mano per guerra partiam

Spirito e terra di un unico suono
Croce scalfita su spada pagana
Di uno spurio credo la mia terra non vivrà
Innalzo al mio dio la mia nuova libertà

Tra le note della festa vedo
La mia terra viva senza più preghiere
Combattendo a spada tratta sogno
La mia terra in piedi senza più false verità

Più perso rinasco nel mio destino
di terre votate a false verità

Danze intrecciate da flauti di Pan
Rincorrono i miti del mio orgoglio pagano
Venti di Imbolc rinfrescan memoria
Lì dove canto libertà

3. Ancient Rites

After 100 years of war
By the hammer and the sword
World falls down into disgrace
To run away from pain there is no way

We lost men and families
We can hear only scared screams
My clan suffers for cowardy
By honouring ancients we'll resist

The druid begins his rite
As the fire of bonfire goes on
I lost myself
I can see a world that I've never seen

In the magic ring we meet
They speak to me from the other side
I hear the breath of the infinity
Their girl give us invincibility

Father and son
Togheter again
To remember the days gone
In their land
Pain and fear are gone
Through the gates of time

Now I understand I'm not alone
Your goodwill give us welfare
I found myself into the lights
We'll help ourselves into these fights

And from the ashes and from the flames
The Souls of ancients show me the way
I hear their voice coming to me
We are honouring you great ancients

Father and son
Togheter again
To remember the days gone
In their land
Pain and fear are gone
Through the gates of time

4. Cathubodva

Ravenson the battle field...
Just dark shadows in the dawn's light
Today many sword are going to be broken
The armies are ready to fight...

The grass is green
The trees are watching
Waiting to tell the story of the battle

Blue Faces, coils on their bodies
Romans' terror is here!
Nor armour, nor fear
Just torque, sword and faith!

Cathubodva
Ravens on the battle field
The girl in the black dress
Running in the battle!
Cathubodva

There's a land on fire
Full of fury and fear
Remains one last desire
To see this Land still free

Flags, on the battle field!
The wind seems to let your people's soul fly
The ladies in armour
Are riding their horses down the hill

10.000 bodies!
Are lying in the mud.
Blood mixes to Earth today
And fire will give its name to this field!

Cathubodva
Ravens on the battle field
The girl in the black dress
Running in the battle!
Cathubodva

5. The Gods Have Returned

Once my land was green and was strong,
Now we can't see our future no more,
Where the signs of the gods let the way
Now we are drifting away...

Once there stood our pround kinsmen
Strangers now are invading the land
Strangers now are already here
Want us to disappear

But now we are getting strong
We're coming back again
Coming back to conquer our land

Fight for our land
Fight even though death is at hand
Fight for our rivers and trees
They shall be ours for evermore

Sunrise it will be
When we come, when we come again
And the enemy will be gone, forevermore
Sunrise it will be
When the gods return again
Driving the enemy far away, forevermore

Now the enemy found death or has gone
The beliefs of the one god that destroyed the land
Never shall they return

Fight for our land
Fight even though death is at hand
Fight for our rivers and trees
They shall be ours for evermore

6. Golden Spiral

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7. Curmisagios

El sol l'è da un pezz già tramuntaa,
E numm semm chi intorn al foeugh adrè a balaa,
La luna adess l'è già alta soo in del ciel
E numm semm chi ammò adrè a bev

On oltra bira, on alter gir intorn al foeugh,
On oltra volta e poeu se turna indré anmò
Cantem la téra, i montagn, i noster bosch
Festa pagana da la matina a quand l'è fosch!!

8. Miracolous Child

Run through the fields, take the pitchforks
Shield yourself from the wind, from the baleful word
Of the time passing by carrying
Fear and destruction... gods run with me

Thin arms but strong like oxes
Take brave warriors underground
Their wives locked in their homes harvest in futile prayers
Praying for theri children unaware of their paths

Miracolous child!

Run run women take away your children
Death attends you, stay nearby
Ravens on your way lengthen your path
The death your companion, is mother of your cry

The forks of your land are now gravestones
The seeds of your crops are now lost souls
Your forks like crosses, your tears like rain
The lives still standing are children of the pain

Echo of Christians prayers in the wind
Left in the memory of the poets children
Seek salvation to their god
And the wise poet children thank death that took them

9. Medhelan

Và, Belloveso, la dea ti indica la strada.
Non ti fermare, non dubitare. Non ti fermare
Oltre le Alpi il destino ti aspetta
Nella terra che chiameranno la gallia cisalpina

La tua stirpe rimarrà nella storia
Luogo sacro landa di mezzo sarà
Di te noi conserviam la memoria
Nel luogo che chiamiamo Medhelan

Là troverai finalmente la tua terra,
Terra di fiumi, boschi e cacciagione in quantità
I segni degli dei ti guideranno al tuo destino,
Al luogo sacro, landa di mezzo tu arriverai

10. Bright Eyes

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11. La Caccia Morta

Samonios
Le cime scintillano di strani bagliori
La realtà, il suo confine è mutato ormai
Uomo di fede non guardare cosa accade fuori

Sulle montagne c'è una strana danza
Voci d'inferno, strider di catene
Che l'eco riporta di balza in balza
C'è chi dice sono spiriti o dannati cacciatori

È arrivata tra noi la caccia morta
Caccia del diavolo bussa alla tua porta

Offuscati da leggende cristiane
Stanotte è tempo di iniziazioni guerriere
Ecco, risorgono le deità pagana
Seguite da fiammeggianti fiere

Occhi di brace conquistano il villaggio
Gli uomini di fede si rivolgono alla croce
Ti vogliono portare con sé nel loro viaggio
O tornare sulla terra invece?

12. Banshee

The wind brings to me
Call of the banshee
A wailing sound of fear
She's screaming for me!
She brings a vision of a grey death
Moaning through the autumn trees
She's wispering...

I will heed the call of the banshee
I will follow my fate
I will leave this barren land while birds fly far away
I will die when the cold winds blow
And snow will take my place
Darkness will get hold of me, you will wish
For my return

Dark is the sky
Summer has died fast
And I must go with her
Again
At Imbolc I brought the light
At Beltaine instead the life
Now Samhain my time is ended I must die

Autumn leaves whirl around me
As she dances with the trees

I will heed the call of the banshee
I will follow my fate
I will leave this barren land while birds fly far away
I will die when the cold winds blow
And snow will take my place
Darkness will get hold of me, you will wish
For my return

13. The Glorious Dawn

The stars have showed me in the tides of time
Countless battles and brave warriors meeting theri fate
Wisdom of druids my people ask to me
The stars and the oak will show me our fate

A great warrior will come
To reunite all the gallic tribes
Victory for Brennon shall be
But mist is closing fast

Will this be the last battle?
Nevermore a roman land
Shall we disappear in the mist of time
And await for a new dawn?

We are not walking to the end of time
Time will come for our glorious dawn