Текст (слова) песни: Nokturnal Mortum - The Forgotten Ages Of Victories

(Music: Knjaz Varggoth; Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)

The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle herds are driving
back. Sunset is driving near, The heat of hoofs - all around
melt away in the shaggy beard of great and wise elder sunset.
The forests and the mountains surrounding the village he covers
by golden cloth - the night is drawing near. Bonfires blaze up
and the flame tongues raise up to blacken sky like hands. The
hearers faces are visible through the flame. The grey-haired
elder opens the secret of his past, through night and fire his
word again find the youth. His face covered with wrinkles like
waterless earth shined with life as in his youth. And his tale
was drifted through the time to distant faraways of those days.
When the steel was like continuation of the hand and the warriors
were not afraid of their enemies power - then moon was shining
brighter and sun warned more times than nowadays. The forest
has been lighted by thousand of bonfires, it have been seen that
celebration has begun, and singing drowned the noise of the wind
but (the) elder continued this tale. When the valor and the honor
was valued oved lie and hypocrisy, when the pride and the eminence
was valued over the slavery and the cowardice. The enemies cities
and villages were on fire! Blood and death, screams and mourns
- Hell came out! The honor and the praise to power. The beat
of hoofs and crunch of steel, the scythe of death flied over
this field, eyes were looking into eyes and heavens were on fire!
The warriors heart melted and tears appeared in the old eyes
- the tears of the real master. His hand is clenched in the first,
the teeth was gritted as that time, the ages of victories are
over. It`s now time to wait. No sooner that the sun get out of
continement and the first rays let the birds know that the day
had come. No sooner that the herds were driving on the pasture
the hair of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze. He`d
been looking at the faraways and didn`t find that the celebration
was over. His thoughts were with those far times. Like a cold
shudder passed through his skin. He rose and returned back to
his house not left by the memories about those distant times.
The honor and praise to power! The forgotten ages of victories.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Nokturnal Mortum - The Forgotten Ages Of Victories (Music: Knjaz Varggoth; Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth) The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle herds are driving back. Sunset is driving near, The heat of hoofs - all around melt away in the shaggy beard of great and wise elder sunset. The forests and the mountains surrounding the village he covers by golden cloth - the night is drawing near. Bonfires blaze up and the flame tongues raise up to blacken sky like hands. The hearers faces are visible through the flame. The grey-haired elder opens the secret of his past, through night and fire his word again find the youth. His face covered with wrinkles like waterless earth shined with life as in his youth. And his tale was drifted through the time to distant faraways of those days. When the steel was like continuation of the hand and the warriors were not afraid of their enemies power - then moon was shining brighter and sun warned more times than nowadays. The forest has been lighted by thousand of bonfires, it have been seen that celebration has begun, and singing drowned the noise of the wind but (the) elder continued this tale. When the valor and the honor was valued oved lie and hypocrisy, when the pride and the eminence was valued over the slavery and the cowardice. The enemies cities and villages were on fire! Blood and death, screams and mourns - Hell came out! The honor and the praise to power. The beat of hoofs and crunch of steel, the scythe of death flied over this field, eyes were looking into eyes and heavens were on fire! The warriors heart melted and tears appeared in the old eyes - the tears of the real master. His hand is clenched in the first, the teeth was gritted as that time, the ages of victories are over. It`s now time to wait. No sooner that the sun get out of continement and the first rays let the birds know that the day had come. No sooner that the herds were driving on the pasture the hair of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze. He`d been looking at the faraways and didn`t find that the celebration was over. His thoughts were with those far times. Like a cold shudder passed through his skin. He rose and returned back to his house not left by the memories about those distant times. The honor and praise to power! The forgotten ages of victories. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Forgotten Ages Of Victories: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/5446.html Все тексты песен: Nokturnal Mortum » Nokturnal Mortum - Bestial Summoning » Nokturnal Mortum - The call of aryan spirit » Nokturnal Mortum - The Funeral Wind Born In Oriana » Nokturnal Mortum - HГҐГµГ°ГЁГ±ГІГј: Г’Г ГГҐГ¶ ГЊГҐГ·ГҐГ© » Nokturnal Mortum - The funeral winds born in oriana » Nokturnal Mortum - Нехристь: танец мечей » Nokturnal Mortum - В огне деревянных церквей » Nokturnal Mortum - The Funeral Winds Born In Oriana » Nokturnal Mortum - Дитя болот и полнолуния » Nokturnal Mortum - The 13th Asbath Celebration » Nokturnal Mortum - Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz » Nokturnal Mortum - Death damnation » Nokturnal Mortum - Night before the fight » Nokturnal Mortum - The 13th Asbath Celebration » Nokturnal Mortum - Под знаменами рогатого князя » Nokturnal Mortum - The Call Of Aryan Spirit » Nokturnal Mortum - Hебесное Серебро Перуна » Nokturnal Mortum - The Hands Of Chaos » Nokturnal Mortum - Hехристь: Танец Мечей » Nokturnal Mortum - Bestial Summoning Рекомендуем скачать: » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РќР° Р‘РµСЂРµРіСѓ РќРµР±Р° » Руки Вверх! - Пионерская » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Мазохизм » РљР°Р±СЂРёРѕР»РµС‚ - Р‘РµСЃСЃРµСЂРґРµС‡РЅР°СЏ » Руки Вверх! - Танцуют все » Русский размер - На улице... » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РџРµС‡Р°Р»СЊРЅС‹Р№ Р’РµС‚РµСЂ » Раиса Нурмухаметова - От белых мух до первых комаров » Рая Миненкова - Печальный итог семейной жизни » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Пахнет сцена » Руслан Шмаков - Не уйти никуда и нельзя... » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РЇ РўР°Рє Р›СЋР±Р»СЋ РўРµР±СЏ » Раиса Нурмухаметова, Юрий Левитанский - Попытка к утешению » Руки Вверх! - Только для тебя » Ракетобиль - Осенний марш » Р“РѕСЂРѕРґ 312 - РњРµСЃС‚Рѕ РџРѕРґ РЎРѕР»РЅС†РµРј » Рада и Терновник - Цветные игрища » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РўСЌС‡Рµ Р’Р°РґР° Р’ РЇСЂРѕРє » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Собиратель бутылок » РђР»РµРєСЃРµР№ РљР°Р±Р°РЅРѕРІ - Р Р°Р·Р»СЋР±Рё Р? Р—Р°Р±СѓРґСЊ
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