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Absu - Hallstadt Şarkı Sözleri
in take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky. in take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left 2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased. chorus: "we´ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! we´ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! we´ve whittled the blades of hallstattian swords!" in order to see such a legacy, fire burned with a past that turned; anvils were forged at an early stage, molded as cats or iarn-leastair. ioldanach has spied on this mistery, yet he´s enkindled by the light with hues of argent lightning and ore of purem the salt grants them mastery and might. chorus: "we´ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! we´ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! we´ve whittled the blades of hallstattian swords!" bridge: hallstatt an salaan an bas troid warrior:" i see a battle; i feel the warp-spasm!" ioldanach : the poised warrior yowls with blood about his belt. troid warrior:" nothing shall draw my eyes away..." ioldanach : his heart stirs atrociously, now to think. troid warrior:" i convey the names to the planes of destiny!" ioldanach : the poised warrior seeks an ancient seat foe the stone. troid warrior:" wild, whistling winds still laugh at my howls!" ioldanach : these acts of tale-telling dilate him to hate. hallstatt an salaan an bas pre-avouchment of parable: the young ones of hallstatt, and the sky silver-ilked spears have been whetted vast hilts and sheeny torques of gold; crafted from vanquished legacies. hallstatt an salaan an bas avouchment of parable: "spirit of horsemen and spirit of iron age acclaim the fame for 2000 crypts at hallstatt!" solo(s): shaftiel. to an empty home. in take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky. in take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left 2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased. "we´ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! we´ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! we´ve whittled the blades of hallstattian swords!" |
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