歌曲 | Korpens Saga - Live |
歌手 | Finntroll |
专辑 | Natten Med De Levande Finntroll (Live) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Jag sag min här av troll och vätte. | |
Slappa spjut sa langt ögat mätte. | |
Tusende kroppar alla döda och svala. | |
Min arme ur skogen nu lag i dvala. | |
Da sjöng honan mörk en sang av hat. | |
Hon lovade bort gravor själar till mat. | |
At en dyster ande ur springornas rike. | |
En runa ristades aldrig skadats en like. | |
Som en blixt i natten av eldens färg. | |
En kraft som kväljde i kött och märg. | |
En tunga av illdad och sottig svärta. | |
Nu hördes et skrik av tusens smärta. | |
Skogens topp och klippans kant som värn. | |
Svart som askmoln och skogens tjärn. | |
Fjädrar nu spreta där skinnet voro. | |
Till tiders slut de nu ropa sin oro. | |
Sa miste rivarn sin bror av kamp. | |
De flög sin väg till världens kant. | |
Av ett glömt och fasligt trolldoms dad. | |
Det förkolnade sinnet kände ingen nad. | |
Nu faller skyars svarta mästare. | |
Slagsfältets kall och likets kyla. | |
Än fulla av slagens rus och svekets hat. | |
De gnaga utan ära pa krigets ruttna mat. | |
... till Tiders ände. | |
[English translation:] | |
The Tale Of The Raven | |
I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths | |
Bent spears as far as the eye can see | |
A thousand bodies all dead and cold | |
My forest army now lies in hibernation | |
Then she sang a dark tune of hate | |
She promised gifts, souls for food | |
To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight | |
A rune etched, one never before seen | |
Like a lightning bolt in the night with firey color | |
A force that swells in flesh and marrow | |
A tongue of ill omen and black stains | |
Now heard are screams of thousands in pain | |
Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage | |
Black as thunderheads and forest bogs | |
Feathers sprouting where skin once was | |
Til the end of time they proclaim their worries | |
So did the shredder lost his brother in war | |
They flew to the edge of the world | |
By a forgotten and sinister magic | |
The charred spirit felt no remorse | |
Now falls the master of black skies | |
The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse | |
Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate | |
They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war | |
...until the end of Time |
Jag sag min h r av troll och v tte. | |
Slappa spjut sa langt gat m tte. | |
Tusende kroppar alla d da och svala. | |
Min arme ur skogen nu lag i dvala. | |
Da sj ng honan m rk en sang av hat. | |
Hon lovade bort gravor sj lar till mat. | |
At en dyster ande ur springornas rike. | |
En runa ristades aldrig skadats en like. | |
Som en blixt i natten av eldens f rg. | |
En kraft som kv ljde i k tt och m rg. | |
En tunga av illdad och sottig sv rta. | |
Nu h rdes et skrik av tusens sm rta. | |
Skogens topp och klippans kant som v rn. | |
Svart som askmoln och skogens tj rn. | |
Fj drar nu spreta d r skinnet voro. | |
Till tiders slut de nu ropa sin oro. | |
Sa miste rivarn sin bror av kamp. | |
De fl g sin v g till v rldens kant. | |
Av ett gl mt och fasligt trolldoms dad. | |
Det f rkolnade sinnet k nde ingen nad. | |
Nu faller skyars svarta m stare. | |
Slagsf ltets kall och likets kyla. | |
n fulla av slagens rus och svekets hat. | |
De gnaga utan ra pa krigets ruttna mat. | |
... till Tiders nde. | |
English translation: | |
The Tale Of The Raven | |
I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths | |
Bent spears as far as the eye can see | |
A thousand bodies all dead and cold | |
My forest army now lies in hibernation | |
Then she sang a dark tune of hate | |
She promised gifts, souls for food | |
To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight | |
A rune etched, one never before seen | |
Like a lightning bolt in the night with firey color | |
A force that swells in flesh and marrow | |
A tongue of ill omen and black stains | |
Now heard are screams of thousands in pain | |
Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage | |
Black as thunderheads and forest bogs | |
Feathers sprouting where skin once was | |
Til the end of time they proclaim their worries | |
So did the shredder lost his brother in war | |
They flew to the edge of the world | |
By a forgotten and sinister magic | |
The charred spirit felt no remorse | |
Now falls the master of black skies | |
The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse | |
Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate | |
They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war | |
... until the end of Time |
Jag sag min h r av troll och v tte. | |
Slappa spjut sa langt gat m tte. | |
Tusende kroppar alla d da och svala. | |
Min arme ur skogen nu lag i dvala. | |
Da sj ng honan m rk en sang av hat. | |
Hon lovade bort gravor sj lar till mat. | |
At en dyster ande ur springornas rike. | |
En runa ristades aldrig skadats en like. | |
Som en blixt i natten av eldens f rg. | |
En kraft som kv ljde i k tt och m rg. | |
En tunga av illdad och sottig sv rta. | |
Nu h rdes et skrik av tusens sm rta. | |
Skogens topp och klippans kant som v rn. | |
Svart som askmoln och skogens tj rn. | |
Fj drar nu spreta d r skinnet voro. | |
Till tiders slut de nu ropa sin oro. | |
Sa miste rivarn sin bror av kamp. | |
De fl g sin v g till v rldens kant. | |
Av ett gl mt och fasligt trolldoms dad. | |
Det f rkolnade sinnet k nde ingen nad. | |
Nu faller skyars svarta m stare. | |
Slagsf ltets kall och likets kyla. | |
n fulla av slagens rus och svekets hat. | |
De gnaga utan ra pa krigets ruttna mat. | |
... till Tiders nde. | |
English translation: | |
The Tale Of The Raven | |
I saw my horde of trolls and wraiths | |
Bent spears as far as the eye can see | |
A thousand bodies all dead and cold | |
My forest army now lies in hibernation | |
Then she sang a dark tune of hate | |
She promised gifts, souls for food | |
To a somber spirit from the kingdom of twilight | |
A rune etched, one never before seen | |
Like a lightning bolt in the night with firey color | |
A force that swells in flesh and marrow | |
A tongue of ill omen and black stains | |
Now heard are screams of thousands in pain | |
Treetops and mountain peaks for leverage | |
Black as thunderheads and forest bogs | |
Feathers sprouting where skin once was | |
Til the end of time they proclaim their worries | |
So did the shredder lost his brother in war | |
They flew to the edge of the world | |
By a forgotten and sinister magic | |
The charred spirit felt no remorse | |
Now falls the master of black skies | |
The call of the battle and the chill of the corpse | |
Still filled with the heat of battle and burning hate | |
They feed without honor on the rotting remains of war | |
... until the end of Time |