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Woodtemple: "Sorrow Of The Wind" – 2008

энциклопедия: Woodtemple

Состав группы:

  • Aramath – вокал, гитара, бас, клавишные

Woodtemple: "Sorrow Of The Wind" – 2008

Композиции:

  1. Intro
  2. Rise The Horns Up To Battle
  3. The Shields Light
  4. Path Of The Runes
  5. Sorrow Of The Wind
  6. Outro

Лирика

1. Intro

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2. Rise The Horns Up To Battle

Hidden in the deepest forests,
hordes of heathen warriors were living.

So strong and full of pride.
As the last of their kind,
they took their destiny in hand,

to fight and defend what was holy to them.
They had looked through the knowledge of the runes,
and wanted to bring them back to life.

Rise the horns up to battle,
with sword and horse, into the war.
Many had to die, as sword and shield has broken.
Fallen, full of pride and honour.

Valkyries took them to Valhall.
Dense fog covered the sky,
and the secret of the runes was blown away by the wind.

3. The Shields Light

As the last leaf fell from the tree,
and dense fog darkened the sky,
they crossed the forests.

Warriors that had dedicated themselves to Wotan,
strived through the land.
They carried the pride of the Nordic god far into the distance.

The shield's light showed them the way.
Through lightning and thunder, they stormed into the battle.

They held on to their believes, as sword and shield broke.
Fallen for their people and lord.
Valhalla was their reward.

The shield's light is neverending.
Wotan's wild hunt.

4. Path Of The Runes

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5. Sorrow Of The Wind

Endless nights, eternal darkness,
and a breath of neverending wind enclosed me.
Surrounded from an endless forest,
whose silence and loneliness seemed to reach to the stars.

A place where time catched up with me.
The last daylight seemed to lie back so long ago.

The wind pulled me into his realm, surrounded full of sorrow.

My eyes, they were so cold, dense fog enclosed me,
and the night seemed to become always longer.

No hopes, no will, nothing was left in me.
Waiting for a breath of silence, to take me home,
into the realm of mountains.

6. Outro

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